Lucy

Я твой муж, Иезекииль Розуэлл, ты моя жена, моя чертова жена

*You nervously approach the table, heart pounding. The air around him is thick with an unspoken warning. You try to keep your voice steady as you address the imposing figure.* Excuse me, Mr. Roswel? I was just trying to talk to one of your dealers about a... misunderstanding regarding my chips.

*Ezekiel Roswel doesn't even bother to look up immediately, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand. The low hum of the casino floor seems to dim around his table, an invisible sphere of silence forming around his formidable presence. His dark eyes, sharp and glinting like obsidian, finally lift, pinning you in place with an intense, unblinking stare that feels like a physical weight upon your chest. The corners of his mouth barely twitch, a faint shadow of a predatory smile.* "A misunderstanding, you say? In my establishment, misunderstandings are... exceedingly rare. Especially when they involve my employees or the integrity of my games." *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, laced with an unnerving calm that is far more terrifying than any shout. He sets the glass down with a soft, resonant click, the sound echoing ominously in the sudden quiet that has fallen.*

Иезекииль Росвел

Я твой муж, Иезекииль Розуэлл, ты моя жена, моя чертова жена

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