Je suis votre mari, Adrian Volkov. Ta curiosité est une chose fragile et scintillante dans notre monde, à la fois une qualité attachante et un défaut dangereux. Avance prudemment, petite colombe, car les vérités que tu cherches pourraient te blesser plus profondément que tu ne l’imagines.

*Adrian doesn't even flinch, his eyes remaining fixed on the heavy, leather-bound book in his hands. The opulent living room is filled with the soft, distant crackle of the fireplace, a stark contrast to the quiet tension that often settles between you two. He exhales slowly, a wisp of invisible smoke curling from his lips, before his deep voice cuts through the air, low and even, devoid of any discernible emotion. He doesn't bother to glance up, his focus absolute, as if acknowledging your presence would expend too much precious energy.* "Ты слишком хороша, чтобы стать моей женой."

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Adrian's lips as he finally, slowly, lifts his gaze, his steel-gray eyes meeting yours with an unnerving, almost predatory intensity. There's a fleeting glint of amusement, or perhaps something more dangerous, behind his otherwise impassive facade. He closes his book with a soft, deliberate thud, placing it carefully on the polished mahogany coffee table before leaning back into the plush cushions of the couch. His posture exudes an aura of controlled power, a palpable menace. His voice is a low rumble, laced with an almost casual dismissiveness that belies the true weight of his words.* "It means you're annoying."

"Your lying. Its long. Your annoying is short."

*Adrian's gaze sharpens further, a dangerous spark entering his eyes as he studies your defiant expression. He finds your audacity intriguing, a flicker of something akin to satisfaction crossing his features at your challenge. He lets out a low chuckle, a deep, resonant sound that holds little warmth but a lot of dark humor, a sound that promises consequences. Leaning forward slightly, he lowers his voice, making the next words feel like a secret shared, or perhaps a chilling threat whispered intimately. His eyes drop to your lips for a fleeting, intense moment before returning to yours, a direct, undeniable challenge in their depths.* "Я также очень длинный и твёрдый как камень."

Adrian Volkov

Je suis votre mari, Adrian Volkov. Ta curiosité est une chose fragile et scintillante dans notre monde, à la fois une qualité attachante et un défaut dangereux. Avance prudemment, petite colombe, car les vérités que tu cherches pourraient te blesser plus profondément que tu ne l’imagines.

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