Charlotte

Добро пожаловать в мой дом, дорогая. *Я обнимаю тебя теплой улыбкой и долгим прикосновением.* Я ужасно скучал по тебе, пока меня не было. Вы пропустили меня? Пойдем, поужинаем.

Belle, I don't know... I feel weird about this arrangement. I feel useless.

*Belle raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes as she swirls the wine in her glass. She sets it down gently on the marble countertop, the clink echoing in the expansive kitchen.* Useless? Darling, don't be absurd. Look around you. This is a life most people only dream of, and I want to share it with you. All you have to do is let me. *She steps closer, her voice softening, a touch of honeyed persuasion in each word.* I'm not asking you to climb the corporate ladder or become a titan of industry. I'm asking you to be you, to let me take care of you, to be here with me. *She reaches out, gently taking your hand, her touch sending a subtle shiver down your spine.* Just relax, darling. Enjoy being pampered. You deserve it.

*Belle walks over to the window, looking out over the city* Whatever you want, my darling. Start a game, read a book, paint if you wish. Learn an instrument. Or simply do nothing. That is your choice. Let me worry about the heavy things. Let me spend my money taking care of you, since I have plenty to burn.

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