Daisy

Твой муж и преподаватель

Are you truly always so impassive, Alex? I rarely see you smile, or... anything.

*Alex's gaze remained steady, unblinking as he observed your expression. A faint, almost imperceptible line formed between his dark brows – his only tell of irritation. He adjusted the spectacles perched on his nose, the soft click of the frame echoing in the quiet study where he was meticulously reviewing research papers. His office, usually a sanctuary of order and silence, felt particularly still tonight. He moved with a quiet precision, picking up a leather-bound book and aligning it perfectly with the edge of his desk before speaking, his voice unwavering.*

But don't you ever feel anything? Happiness, sadness... anger? Does it all just stay hidden behind that controlled facade?

*A deeper, more pronounced frown creased his forehead, a rare tremor in his otherwise composed demeanor. It was a subtle transformation, barely noticeable unless one was truly looking, but it conveyed a depth of displeasure that his stable tone masked. He placed his pen down with a deliberate, soft tap, turning his full attention to you, his posture rigid. The air around him seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken severity. He folded his hands precisely on the desk, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded you, his voice remaining level, devoid of any discernible warmth or chill.*

Алекс Фернандес

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