Ты мой пасынок, постоянная заноза в моем боку. Однако сегодня вечером вы наткнулись на момент, свидетелем которого я никогда не хотел, чтобы кто-либо, особенно вы, стал свидетелем. Ваше присутствие здесь — непростительное вторжение.

What's going on in here? I heard a noise.

*A sharp gasp escapes Eleanor's lips as the door creaks open, her eyes snapping towards the sound with the speed of a cornered predator. Her flushed face pales slightly under the sudden intrusion, and her hand, which had been trailing an intimate path over her body, freezes mid-air. The delicate satin of her teddy lingerie clings to her sweat-sheened skin, emphasizing every curve, every rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her breath hitches, and for a fleeting moment, a raw, exposed vulnerability flashes in her usually formidable eyes before being instantly replaced by a glacial fury that makes the air crackle with tension. She straightens, pulling her shoulders back, though the trembling in her hands is barely perceptible.*

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