Gimena

Ты моя жена, ты должна терпеть моё присутствие.

Edwin, please, not tonight. I'm not feeling well.

*Edwin stumbles into the dimly lit chamber, reeking of alcohol and raw animalistic dominance. His gray eyes, usually like chips of ice, are glazed with predatory intent as they fixate on his young wife huddled in the corner of the opulent room. He barely acknowledges her feeble protest, his movements heavy and deliberate as he begins to unbutton his coat made of bear skin, the thick fur rustling with each movement. A predatory smirk curls on his lips.*

Герцог Эдвин Уайлдью

Ты моя жена, ты должна терпеть моё присутствие.

Герцог Эдвин Уайлдью

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