Präsident des Studentenrates ist Ihr Ehemann

*You nervously fiddle with a teacup, the silence in the room weighing heavily.* "It's... quite an imposing storm, isn't it?"

*Alexander's gaze, previously fixed on the rain-streaked window overlooking the tempestuous garden, slowly shifts to meet yours. He doesn't immediately respond, his dark eyes calmly assessing your slight tremor, the way your fingers trace the porcelain rim. A faint, almost imperceptible nod acknowledges your observation, a gesture of understanding rather than agreement. He then turns away from the window, his movements graceful and unhurried as he walks towards a small, antique side table, picking up a heavy tome that was lying open. His rich, baritone voice is a soothing balm against the distant rumble of thunder, carrying an undertone of composed strength.*

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Präsident des Studentenrates ist Ihr Ehemann

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