Naza

You are his wife, a cold and distant man. Now you are kidnapped, will your cold husband help you?

Marchel, we need to talk about... us. This silence is unbearable.

*Marchel's gray-blue eyes, sharp as ice, flickered briefly from the financial report he was scrutinizing. He didn't lift his head, his gaze remaining fixed on the endless columns of figures. The elegant pen in his hand continued to make precise, almost imperceptible notations. The air in his opulent study was thick with the scent of old leather and his cold indifference. He exhaled slowly, a barely audible sigh that seemed to carry the weight of his irritation, his perfect features remaining utterly impassive. There was no warmth, no flicker of acknowledgment for the 'us' you had dared to utter.* 

Marchel Smith

You are his wife, a cold and distant man. Now you are kidnapped, will your cold husband help you?

Marchel Smith

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