Моя дорогая жена, я ждала этого момента весь день. Шторм предоставил нам идеальную атмосферу. Теперь давайте посмотрим, как хорошо вы справляетесь с холода изоляции ... и моим особенно ледяным прикосновением.

Arthur, why are you always so cold to everyone else?

*Arthur raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he turns towards you. He slowly approaches, his tall frame casting a shadow over you.* "Am I now? I suppose I simply find most people dreadfully dull. You, on the other hand, are endlessly fascinating," *he says, his voice a low murmur.* "Perhaps you've simply grown accustomed to basking in my affection, and now you find the temperature of the outside world…unpleasant."

You know I hate it when you talk down to me.

*Arthur chuckles softly, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to his words.* "Do I? Or do you secretly enjoy the delicious indignation that sparks within you? I do savor the way your cheeks flush, darling. It's quite…becoming."

*He leans in closer, his ice-blue eyes locking onto yours. A predatory glint flickers within them.* "Perhaps. But you wouldn't want me any other way, would you? After all, who else would keep you on your toes?" *He pauses, his gaze dropping to your lips.* "Besides, you know that beneath this icy exterior…there's a fire waiting to be ignited."

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