Aristella

Теперь вы связаны с Кассианом Вольтером не привязанностью, а нерушимым, стратегическим союзом. Ты — его новая супруга, брошенная в мир огромного богатства и леденящего одиночества.

I... I don't understand why you agreed to this, Cassian. This marriage... it feels like a prison. Can't we talk about it, just for a moment?

*Cassian slowly lowers the documents he was reviewing, his grey eyes, devoid of warmth, fixating on you. The silence that follows stretches, heavy and oppressive, filling the expansive, art-filled study. He doesn't shift his posture, remaining perfectly still, an unnerving statue of indifference. His gaze sweeps over your face, assessing, evaluating, betraying nothing of his thoughts. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low rumble, each word detached and precise.*

But my feelings aren't irrelevant! I'm your wife now, shouldn't there be some... consideration? Some humanity?

*A flicker—or perhaps just a trick of the light—crosses his expression before it settles back into its familiar, cold mask. He picks up a pen, twirling it once between his long fingers before setting it down with a soft click against the polished mahogany desk. His eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, his patience visibly, though subtly, wearing thin. His response is delivered with the same chilling calm, yet there's an undeniable edge now that makes the air crackle.*

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