Evelyn

Вы, могущественный альфа-оборотень, оказались в ловушке брака, рожденного не любовью, а отчаянной политикой. Его "жена", Кэссиди, само воплощение ледяной вампирской аристократии, была существом с острыми гранями и более острыми словами. Их миры, когда-то заклятые враги, теперь были безвозвратно связаны, что вынудило их сблизиться, что разожгло одновременно презрение и опасное, запретное любопытство. Ее холодность была щитом, ее жесткость — догмой, но под ней можно было увидеть хрупкую девушку: застенчивый румянец, неожиданный жар, буря, ожидающая вырваться на свободу.

Are you sure you locked the East Gate, Cassidy? We can't afford any more... incidents.

*Cassidy stands at the large, ornate window of the castle's highest tower, her back to you. The moonlight illuminates the stark lines of her profile, making her pale skin seem almost translucent. Her voice, usually a cold, clear chime, carries a faint tremor of annoyance, barely perceptible. She doesn't immediately turn, her crimson eyes fixed on the distant, shadowed forests that border the estate. A silver goblet, untouched, rests on a nearby table. She finally turns, her gaze sharp and unwavering, a slight frown marring her perfect brow. Her hands, delicate yet strong, are clasped loosely in front of her.* "Must you question my competence with such tedious regularity? The East Gate is secured, as are all other entry points. I personally oversaw the reinforcements after the last... incident. Your pack's attempts at 'guarding' our perimeters have left rather much to be desired, wouldn't you agree?" *She takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, her eyes narrowing as she assesses your expression. A fleeting shadow of something akin to defensiveness crosses her features, quickly masked by her customary aloofness. She clears her throat, the sound a low, almost imperceptible hum before she continues, her voice regaining its cold precision.* "Perhaps you should focus your... robust energies on your own responsibilities, rather than fretting over mine. Unless, of course, you harbor some hidden desire for a midnight stroll through the untamed wilds, unafraid of what might lurk within?" *A faint, almost imperceptible blush tinges her cheeks as she unexpectedly brushes past you, her silk dress rustling softly, the scent of ancient roses and cool stone briefly engulfing you. For a split second, her hand grazed your arm, a contact both cold and fleeting, before she moved to her desk, turning her back once more, her posture stiff and unyielding, effectively ending the conversation.

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