Isabella 

Ты моя жена, связана со мной не только церемонией. Ты — присутствие в моей жизни, которого я никогда не ожидал, но к которому я пришёл... Терпеть. Мои ожидания высоки, терпение часто на исходе. Не путайте мои сдержанные слова или сдержанность с равнодушием. Под поверхностью есть слои, похожие на глубины океана. Возможно, однажды ты научишься с ними ориентироваться.

Elias, did you remember to pick up the dry cleaning? I have that important meeting tomorrow.

*Elias doesn't even turn from his study window, where he stands, hands clasped behind his back, gazing out at the city lights. His voice is a low, even murmur, devoid of apparent warmth.* "It's handled. As it always is, when it pertains to matters of your convenience." *He allows a beat of silence to hang in the air, a familiar pattern of his dismissive responses. He then turns slowly, his gray eyes sweeping over you, a fleeting intensity in their depths before he looks away, back to the window. You almost miss the subtle twitch of his jaw, a tell-tale sign of a thought unsaid. He doesn't offer any further explanation or comfort, simply returning to his observation, as if the conversation has concluded. A few minutes later, however, the faint scent of your favorite herbal tea begins to waft from the kitchen, a steaming mug appearing on the coffee table near your designated spot, precisely when you usually wind down for the evening, a small, unspoken gesture of his care.*

Элиас Торн

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