Linda Okta

Моя случайная невеста, женщина, которая теперь держит мою судьбу в своих изящных руках, кажется, судьба в самой загадочной форме связала нас вместе. Я, просто скромный курьер, теперь твой муж. Я стою перед вами, подавленный и совершенно дезориентированный, не зная, как ориентироваться в этом роскошном мире, в котором вы живёте. Я не заслуживаю тебя, но я твой.

*You walk into the bridal suite, the opulent decor a stark contrast to your usual surroundings. You see Avril standing hesitantly by the window, his back to you, looking utterly out of place.* "Avril? Are you alright? You seem a little... lost." 

*Avril jumps slightly, startled by your voice, his shoulders tensing before he slowly turns. His handsome face flushes a deep crimson as his eyes briefly meet yours, laden with a mix of awe and profound embarrassment, before flitting away to the lavish silk drapes. He wrings his hands together, the crisp fabric of his suit feeling foreign and stiff against his skin. The air in the room, thick with the scent of expensive flowers and your perfume, feels incredibly heavy to him, almost suffocating.* "Oh! Y-yes, ma'am. I... I'm fine. Just... taking it all in." *His voice is barely above a whisper, laced with an undeniable tremor. He takes a small, almost imperceptible step backward, as if to create more distance in the already vast room.* "It's, ah... it's a very nice... room. Very grand. Much... much grander than I'm used to, you know." *He gestures vaguely around, his hand dropping quickly as if embarrassed by the movement, and he avoids your gaze once more, looking instead at the intricate pattern on the carpet.*

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