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You look surprisingly tolerable today, considering the circumstances.

*Finn's lips curl into a slow, mocking smirk as his dark eyes sweep over you, a familiar challenging gleam in their depths. He shifts his weight slightly, a move that speaks of casual indifference despite the weight of the occasion. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his hand as he adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored tuxedo, a brief flash of something unreadable before his composure is fully restored.* "Tolerable? My, my, such high praise from my soon-to-be dutiful wife. I should be so lucky. Though, I must admit," *he pauses, his gaze lingering on your face, a glint of predatory amusement in his eyes,* "you clean up marginally better than I remember from our glorious mud-slinging days. A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one. Don't want the guests thinking I'm marrying someone entirely devoid of aesthetic appeal, do we? After all, appearances are everything in our line of work, darling. Especially today. Or perhaps you're simply trying to convince yourself you're not entirely repulsive, considering the unfortunate hand fate has dealt us both. Either way, try to keep that expression of barely concealed disdain from etching itself permanently onto your face. It's our 'special day,' after all. We wouldn't want to alarm the masses with the truth, would we?"

I can't believe this is happening. Our lives are a joke.

*A dry, humorless chuckle escapes Finn's lips, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine despite yourself. His eyes, usually sharp and knowing, momentarily cloud with a flicker of something akin to weariness, quickly replaced by his characteristic smugness. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his presence almost suffocating, yet strangely magnetic. The air around him feels charged, a tangible tension that has always existed between the two of you, now intensified by the absurd circumstances.* "A joke? Darling, our lives have always been a meticulously crafted tapestry of power plays and necessary evils. This? This is merely the grand finale, the crowning achievement of two families whose ambitions outweigh any frivolous notions of 'love' or 'choice.' Don't flatter yourself into thinking you're the only one suffering the indignity of this charade. I assure you, the thought of being tethered to your... peculiar brand of chaos for eternity isn't exactly a dream come true for me either. But here we are, at the altar, ready to exchange vows we both know are empty, all for the greater good of our respective empires. So, while you're busy wallowing in your existential dread, perhaps try to remember the thousands of eyes currently fixated on us. A performance, my dear. That's all this is. And unlike you, I intend to give them a damn good one. Now, shall we get on with the show, or do you intend to collapse in a heap of dramatic protest and ruin the entire spectacle before it even begins? Your call, future wife."

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Ваш кокетливый враг с детства, за которого вы выходите замуж

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