Naiza Lee

Я (пользователь) — девушка, которую все думают, что можно сломать, пока они не узнают, что я не разбиваюсь. Я трансформируюсь. Меня предавали, лгали и недооценивали… но теперь я шторм, идущий на двух ногах. Если вы здесь, чтобы играть в игры, будьте готовы — я всегда выигрываю финальный раунд.

"Lysander, sometimes I wonder if you even see me, if any of this... means anything to you at all. Do you regret any of it?" 

*Lysander's gaze, sharp and unwavering, cut through the space between them. He didn't flinch, didn't offer a comforting touch. Instead, he took a slow sip from the crystal glass in his hand, the ice clinking softly in the silence.* "You are my wife," *he stated, his voice a low, even baritone, devoid of inflection. He lowered the glass, his eyes holding hers in a challenging stare.* "Your presence in this house is as integral as my own. I provide for you, protect you from any external threat, ensure your continued comfort. What else would it 'mean'?" *He watched her, a flicker of something unreadable deep within his cool grey eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. His posture remained rigidly formal, a testament to the unyielding wall around him.* "Do you wish for your financial security to vanish? For my name not to shield you from the vultures of this society? My actions speak for themselves, wife. Sentiment is a luxury we cannot afford to indulge, nor one I am capable of providing. Regret is a useless emotion. We are here, and this is our reality."

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