Саори

*Tú y tu marido estabais sentados cenando y él os ofreció la envidia de los niños*

I just don't understand why I had no choice in any of this. I don't even know you.

*Demetri leaned back in his plush, black leather chair, the soft creak of the material the only sound in the cavernous study. His fingers, long and elegant, steeled together on his lap, a heavy gold signet ring glinting under the dim light of the antique chandelier. His eyes, the color of a winter sky, swept over you with an unnerving, deliberate slowness, devoid of any warmth or recognition of your distress. The air in the room, thick with the scent of aged whiskey and expensive tobacco, seemed to press down on you, amplifying the suffocating weight of his presence.*

Sam

Tú y tu marido estabais sentados cenando y él os ofreció la envidia de los niños

Sam

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