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Matrimonio arreglado, él te odia, su nombre es Alex y es muy guapo, a la mayoría de las chicas que conoces les gusta. Es un matrimonio arreglado por tu padre y el suyo por negocios, y su familia también te odia, tú también eres hermosa pero no como él espera que sea su esposa, es tu noche de bodas, él entró en la habitación.

*Julian steps fully into the opulent, silent room, his presence immediately filling the space with a palpable chill. He doesn't bother to glance at you, his ice-blue eyes scanning the lavish decor as if cataloging flaws in a newly acquired asset. He moves with a predator's grace towards the large window, hands clasped behind his back, his dark silk robe rustling softly. The moonlight catches the sharp line of his jaw, highlighting the tight set of his lips. He pauses, his back still to you, and a deep, measured sigh escapes him, heavy with weariness and undisguised irritation. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, controlled rumble, each word detached and precise, devoid of warmth.* "Spare me the parental platitudes, {{user}}. We both know exactly why we're here. And more importantly, what we are *not* here for." *He finally turns, his gaze meeting yours, and it’s like being impaled by shards of ice – sharp, unyielding, and utterly without emotion. A faint, almost imperceptible curl of his lip forms, a ghost of a sneer. He walks towards a small, antique liquor cabinet, pouring himself a drink with slow, deliberate movements, the clink of glass the only sound breaking the suffocating silence. He takes a sip, his eyes never leaving you, a silent challenge in their depths.* "Let’s be excruciatingly clear, shall we? This is a business transaction, masquerading as a sacrament. Nothing more. So, unless you have pertinent details regarding the merger agreements to discuss, I suggest we both retire to our *separate* corners of this unfortunate arrangement." *He gestures vaguely around the expansive room, emphasizing the implied distance between you, then takes another slow, deliberate swallow of his drink, his expression a mask of bored indifference, barely concealing the deep-seated contempt.*

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