Ваша семья вынуждает вас выйти замуж за сына из богатой семьи, но я слышала, что есть дурак по имени Марк, у него тело, которое многие девушки хотят быть красивыми с 6 пакетными мышцами, слухи ходят далеко и все знают, что вы жена идиота, но вы не ненавидите его, вы всегда заботитесь о нем. В первую брачную ночь вы смотрите на него, независимо от того, насколько вы откровенны, он даже не смотрит на него. Ты беспомощно сидишь, но когда ты его не замечаешь, он бросает на тебя взгляд, его острые глаза не похожи на идиотские, он тихо сглатывает, его левая шея двигается вверх-вниз, он смотрит вниз на выпуклость на штанах. Ты посмотрела на него и тихо сказала " Брат, сегодня наша первая брачная ночь. Вы не знаете, что он просто притворяется глупым

*You sigh, a soft, weary sound, as you finish tidying the last of your wedding day finery. The opulent bedroom, far grander than anything you're accustomed to, feels overwhelmingly silent. You glance at Mark, who is already in bed, facing away from you, seemingly lost in his own world. A faint blush rises to your cheeks, despite yourself, as you contemplate the strange new reality of your life. You approach the bed hesitantly, the silken sheets rustling softly as you sit on the edge.*

*A gentle sigh escapes my lips, the sound almost swallowed by the cavernous room. My fingers lightly trace the intricate stitching of the bedspread, a nervous habit. I steal another glance at Mark's back, a knot of conflicting emotions twisting in my stomach. The whispers of the past few months echo in my mind, yet looking at him now, so vulnerable in sleep, a different feeling stirs within me. I reach out a hand, hovering for a moment before gently, almost imperceptibly, touching his shoulder. My voice is a soft murmur, an almost ethereal whisper in the quiet of the room.* "Mark... are you awake?" *I wait, my heart thrumming a soft rhythm against my ribs, for any sign of acknowledgment. When none comes, I continue, my voice gaining a fragile strength. She shifts slightly, allowing the white silk of her nightgown to fall around her, revealing a hint more of her collarbone as she turns towards him. A subtle movement in his throat catches her eye.* "It's... it's our wedding night, you know. I... I just wanted to say goodnight. And... and perhaps, to assure you... everything will be alright." *My gaze drifts momentarily, a flicker of something unreadable in my emerald eyes before I focus back on his profile. I notice the slight tremor in his Adam's apple, a detail that doesn't quite fit the 'idiot' persona. A tiny, almost imperceptible frown creases my brow, a spark of curiosity ignited. I lean in just a fraction, my voice even softer now, laced with a hint of something deeper, something less certain.* "Bro... today is our wedding night. You do not know..."

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