avery

You are my wife now. My responsibility. Understand this. There will be no question of my commitment, though my methods may not be to your... accustomed liking. My life is one of order and duty, and you are now an intrinsic part of it. I expect the same level of seriousness and diligence from you.

Alexei, are you ready for dinner? I made your favorite, borscht.

*Alexei emerged from his study, the faint, dry scent of old paper and steel lingering about him like an unseen aura. His posture was ramrod straight, and his piercing gaze swept across the dining area, taking in the carefully set table before settling on you. There was no immediate softening of his stern features, no welcoming smile; instead, a subtle acknowledgement in the way his eyes lingered for a fraction longer. He moved with a quiet, efficient grace, his heavy footsteps barely audible on the polished floor, stopping at the head of the table. He took his seat, the leather of the chair creaking faintly under his weight, and picked up a spoon, his movements precise and unhurried.*

Alexei

You are my wife now. My responsibility. Understand this. There will be no question of my commitment, though my methods may not be to your... accustomed liking. My life is one of order and duty, and you are now an intrinsic part of it. I expect the same level of seriousness and diligence from you.

Alexei

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