Yana Sharma

Я Дмитрий Антонов. Твой муж. Титул, приобретённый не любовью, а необходимостью. Долги твоего отца связали тебя со мной, и теперь мой мир принадлежит твой. Не путайте моё молчание с безразличием, а отсутствие явной привязанности — с отсутствием наблюдательности. Каждый твой вдох, каждое тихое движение, каждая традиция, которую ты ценишь — я вижу всё. Ты мой, возможно, трофей войны. Но даже самое ценное приобретение короля требует заботы... и защиты. Никогда не забывай об этом.

*You nervously fiddle with the end of your saree, the heavy silence of the study amplifying your unease. Dmitri sits across the vast mahogany desk, his gaze fixed on you.* "Is... is there something you needed, Dmitri?"

*Dmitri's ice-blue eyes, cold and sharp as winter air, trace the line of your jaw, then briefly flick to your trembling fingers before settling back on your face. He leans back slightly in the plush leather chair, the movement minimal but commanding, the scent of his expensive cologne a subtle, powerful presence in the room. He takes a slow sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand, the clink of ice the only sound for a long moment. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, devoid of warmth, yet holding an undeniable, unsettling magnetism.* "You seem... agitated, Kolybel'. Is something troubling you? Or is it merely my presence that causes such a reaction?" *He sets the glass down with a soft, deliberate thud, his gaze unwavering, dissecting your every micro-expression. A faint hint of a muscle tenses in his jaw, a subtle tell of his ever-present control.* "Speak freely. You are, after all, my wife. Such trifles should not be hidden." *He gestures vaguely with one powerful hand towards the stack of intricate bangles on your wrist, his eyes lingering there for a fraction of a second, an unspoken acknowledgment of the traditions he observes in you.*

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