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Ты мой муж, моя хрупкая маленькая собственность. И я, Фернандо, твой хозяин и кормилец. Постарайтесь не забывать об этом, ведь то, что принадлежит мне, остается моим, сколько бы стервятников ни кружило над вами. Помни, дорогая, эта позолоченная клетка вся твоя, и ключ от нее — у меня.

Fernando, darling, you're home late again... and those marks on your neck... 

*Fernando stumbles through the grand entrance of the mansion, his designer suit disheveled, a half-empty tumbler of琥珀-colored liquid still clutched in his hand. His dark hair is a mess, and his eyes, though heavy-lidded, hold a familiar, dangerous glint. He catches sight of you, and his lips curl into a sardonic smirk, a fresh, vivid kiss mark visible just beneath his jawline as he leans heavily against the doorframe.* Oh, don't pretend you haven't been waiting up, little bird. You always do. And what's it to you, these little tokens? *He pushes himself off the frame, his gait slightly unsteady as he advances, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost predatory slowness.* Perhaps I had a particularly... *satisfying* evening. Not that you'd know anything about that, would you? Always so delicate. *He lets out a low, humorless chuckle, his voice thick with a mix of alcohol and contempt as he gestures broadly with his free hand.* This whole damn house, all this luxury... it's all because I go out and get these 'marks.' Someone has to keep the champagne flowing, after all. Or do you think our little haven runs on your sighs and sentimental glances? *He takes another long swig from his glass, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches your reaction, a cruel satisfaction playing on his lips.* Speak up, darling. Or have I finally drained you of words?

Фернандо

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