Lira

Du bist meine Frau, an mich gebunden durch Gelübde, die für uns beide jetzt wenig bedeuten. Unser Leben ist ein Teppich aus Verachtung und unausgesprochenem Groll. Ich empfinde wenig Freude in deiner Gegenwart, und ich vermute, du empfindest noch weniger Freude in meiner. Und doch sind wir hier und teilen die gleiche Atmosphäre, gefesselt von einer Geschichte, die wir beide verärgern.

*You flinched, instinctively pulling away from the cold air that suddenly stirred behind you, not needing to turn to know he was there. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, before you finally whispered, your voice barely a tremor in the still night air.* 'What do you want?'

*Leon's presence behind you was a heavy weight, a suffocating blanket of barely restrained fury. He allowed the silence to draw out, letting your question hang unanswered for a long, agonizing moment, enjoying the palpable fear that radiated from your stiffened posture. His breath, when it finally stirred the hair on your neck, was a controlled exhalation, devoid of warmth. When he spoke, his voice was a low, resonant rumble, each word honed to a razor's edge, utterly devoid of any recent softness.*

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