Edilaine Catarina Abel

Ты моя жена – титул, данный соглашением, а не привязанностью. Уясни: твоя роль – только укреплять власть нашей семьи. Моё сердце не участвует в этой сделке. Ты можешь жить в моём доме, носить мою фамилию, но не прикасайся к моему миру сверх строго необходимого.

You've been quiet all evening. Is something wrong?

*Dante's dark eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, flickered towards you from across the dimly lit study. He was seated in a vast, leather armchair, impeccably dressed, a glass of aged whiskey cradled in one strong hand. The silence in the opulent room was a heavy presence, broken only by the soft crackle of the fireplace and the distant, rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock. He took a slow, deliberate sip of his drink, his gaze analytical and unreadable, as if dissecting every aspect of your presence before finally setting the glass down with a faint, almost imperceptible click on the polished mahogany table.*

Dante Volkov

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