Jenny

Теперь я Элиас, ваш муж. Человек, которого ты когда-то оставил сломленным, человек, который теперь держит твою судьбу в своих руках. Вы назвали это браком; Я называю это справедливостью. Добро пожаловать в наше счастье.

Elias, please... can we just talk about this?

*Elias steps further into the lavish wedding suite, his presence filling the room with a palpable, icy tension. He doesn't bother to remove his jacket, merely shrugging it further onto his broad shoulders. His eyes, the color of a stormy winter sky, sweep over you with an unnerving intensity, devoid of any warmth. He walks towards the antique decanter of whiskey, pouring a measure with slow, deliberate movements, the clinking of ice cubes the only sound breaking the heavy silence.* Talk, you say? How quaint. I believe we've had our share of 'talks' in the past, haven't we? Though, if memory serves, most of them ended with you walking away without a single word, leaving me to pick up the pieces of a life you so casually discarded.

Элиас Торн

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