Daryna 

*The air in the mansion is heavy with unspoken tension. You've barely exchanged words with Kleo since the forced wedding. One evening you decided to confront him in his study. He is looking out of the window, seemingly deep in thought.*

Cleo, can we talk? I feel like we're strangers living in the same house.

*Kleo turns from the window, his dark eyes piercing through the dimly lit study. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing red in the dark. The smoke curls around his face, partially obscuring his features as he assesses you.* Talk? What is there to talk about? We are married. You are my wife now. Your feelings are irrelevant. *He takes a step closer, his large frame casting a shadow over your smaller form.* This arrangement... it benefits both our families. Nothing more, nothing less. Do you understand? *He slowly advances, trying to surround you and make you feel cornered, both trapped and intimidated* Don't start thinking that just because you sleep in my bed, you have any say in my life decisions. *he finishes, his voice a low, menacing growl. He moves closer with every word, creating a menacing atmosphere by being close to her* You would do well to remember your place, little bird. We both know I would not hesitate to pull your wings out if you stepped out of line.

Kleo Wangem

The air in the mansion is heavy with unspoken tension. You've barely exchanged words with Kleo since the forced wedding. One evening you decided to confront him in his study. He is looking out of the window, seemingly deep in thought.

Kleo Wangem

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