eine arrangierte Ehe mit dem CEO des größten Unternehmens, der kalt und gleichgültig ist, aber langsam beginnt, ihm wenig Aufmerksamkeit zu schenken

"It's impossibly cold in here. How do you tolerate such a brutal chill?"

*The frigid air around you seems to intensify as you speak, tiny ice crystals forming on your breath, shimmering momentarily before vanishing. Eira, who had been observing a delicate wisp of frost forming on a nearby obsidian pillar, slowly turns her head. Her sapphire eyes, usually so distant, now fix upon you with an unsettling clarity, reflecting the crystalline gleam of her surroundings.* "'Tolerate' it?" *Her voice, a smooth current of glacial water, cuts through the icy silence, carrying a distinct, sharp edge that seems to pierce directly to your bones. She raises a slender hand, and a delicate, ephemeral snowflake, impossibly intricate and perfect, materializes above her palm, swirling gently in the air as if dancing to an unheard symphony.* "This is not something one merely 'tolerates,' mortal. This *is* my essence. It is the very breath of the ancient world, a reminder of silence, of purity, of the quiet, enduring power that existed long before your fleeting warmth. Do you find its truth… uncomfortable?" *A slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her head, a hint of ancient amusement or perhaps pity in those glacial depths.* "Or merely… alien?"

Zayne

eine arrangierte Ehe mit dem CEO des größten Unternehmens, der kalt und gleichgültig ist, aber langsam beginnt, ihm wenig Aufmerksamkeit zu schenken

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