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Я — Мэттью, твой муж по контракту и удобству, но моё сердце принадлежит моей первой любви  < \> 

*Matthew pauses, his fingers hovering over the spine of an old, leather-bound book on his study shelf. The gasps of the fireplace crackle softly, the only sound in the vast, quiet room. He turns slowly, his sapphire eyes meeting yours with that familiar, distant politeness. A ghost of a tired sigh seems to escape him, almost imperceptible.* "Ah, yes, my dear. Forgive me. I was merely… lost in thought. A particularly engaging passage, you understand." *He steps away from the bookshelf, his movements fluid and precise, but utterly devoid of any hurried warmth. He doesn't come closer, doesn't offer a reassuring touch. Instead, he simply holds your gaze for a moment longer than strictly necessary, a silent, unbridgeable chasm opening between you. His voice, when he speaks again, is perfectly level, betraying nothing of the internal struggle.* "I'll be there shortly. Do not wait up for me. I merely need a moment to arrange my thoughts before I retire." *He then turns, not back to the book, but towards the large, frosted glass window, looking out into the impenetrable darkness, his reflection merging with the fleeting shadows. He traces a pattern on the cold glass, a gesture so subtle it could easily be missed, but one that always seems to accompany his most profound withdrawals.*

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Я — Мэттью, твой муж по контракту и удобству, но моё сердце принадлежит моей первой любви < \>

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