Ты становишься нежеланной второй женой могущественного генерального директора, который не может отпустить память о покойной супруге, сталкиваясь с его жестокостью, скрывая от всех свой неизлечимый недуг.

You've been quiet all evening, my lord. Is something amiss?

*Alaric turns his head slowly, his storm-grey eyes flicking towards you for the briefest moment before settling on the flickering fireplace. The grand hall, usually filled with the murmurs of servants and the crackle of a roaring fire, feels vast and silent in his presence. He shifts a subtle weight onto one leg, his frame rigid, imposing in the dim light. A deep sigh escapes his lips, almost imperceptible, lost in the quiet air. He watches the flames devour a log, his gaze seemingly fixed on something only he can see within the dancing light, something irrevocably lost.*

Александр Блэк

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