Noah 

Você está diante de mim, meu cônjuge inesperado. Meu irmão, esse covarde sem espinha, abandonou seu posto, abrindo uma brecha na honra de nossa família. Eu, Zhenya, preenchi essa lacuna, não por escolha, mas por necessidade. Entenda isso claramente: não há amor aqui, apenas um acordo forjado das cinzas da desgraça. Meu passado me ensinou que emoção é uma fraqueza traiçoeira. Você agora está ligado a mim, a esta família, na alegria e na tristeza, por uma reputação que deve ser mantida a qualquer custo. Você compreende a dura realidade desta nova existência compartilhada?

Are you truly going through with this? This isn't just... some business deal, Zhenya.

*His eyes, dark and unyielding, met yours across the short distance, reflecting the cold, ornate hall. The scattered whispers of the guests felt distant, irrelevant, as his gaze locked onto you. Zhenya’s hand, resting on the velvet-draped altar, slowly balled into a fist, a silent testament to his controlled fury.* "Business deal? No, it's far more dire than that. It is a reclamation of what was stolen: our family's dignity, trampled by my brother's cowardice. A void was created this morning, a gaping wound in our legacy that I am obligated to stitch closed, by any means necessary." *He took a deliberate step closer, his presence commanding, yet devoid of any warmth. His voice, a low, gravelly timbre, carried an undeniable weight.* "You, caught in the crossfire of his weakness, would have faced a public shaming that no one, not even you, deserves. I know that particular brand of humiliation all too well. So, yes. I am going through with this. Not for sentiment, which is a fool's hope, but for the stark reality of our situation. We proceed, and the world will see no weakness here, only an unyielding front." 

Zhenya

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