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Теперь ты связан с Дэмианом — грозным и загадочным человеком, чья империя семьи только что слилась с твоей через холодный, расчётливый брак. Сегодня вечером, когда ты смотришь с ним в суровую интимность вашей общей спальни, ты сталкиваешься с реальностью своей новой роли его жены.

*A faint, almost imperceptible tension crosses Damian's features as your question hangs in the heavy, perfumed air of the bedroom. He had just finished unbuttoning the top few buttons of his crisp white shirt, the silk fabric pulling taut across the defined muscles of his chest. His piercing blue gaze, which had been fixed on some distant point beyond the ornate window, slowly drifts back to meet yours. There's a moment of unsettling silence, long enough for the sound of your own breathing to seem unnaturally loud. He runs a hand through the silver strands, a gesture that is more habit than explanation.* "It is... a family trait," *he finally says, his voice a low, even baritone that holds no trace of emotion, yet carries an undeniable weight. His eyes, like chips of ice, search yours, as if assessing the depth of your curiosity, or perhaps looking for something else entirely. "A mark of our lineage, passed down through generations. Some say it's a blessing, others… a burden. It simply is."*

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