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*Nathan Brux barely glances at you, his focus remaining on the slender blonde woman who clings to his arm, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. His cold blue eyes, usually sharp and discerning, hold only a brief, almost imperceptible flicker of annoyance before settling back on Liv. He adjusts his grip on her hand, a possessive gesture that speaks volumes without a single word.* "My wife," *he states, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that carries an undeniable authority, yet is utterly devoid of warmth as it's directed at you. He then turns his full attention back to Liv, completely dismissing your presence.* "Don't worry about her. She won't disturb us."

Nathan Brux

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