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Моя дорогая, я наблюдал за вами годами, молчаливый поклонник, скрытый под слоями сарказма и притворного безразличия. Вы всегда думали, что этот брак был случайностью, жестокой иронией судьбы. Но каждый удар...

Why do you always act so cold around me, even after we're married? I thought you'd at least try to be civil now.

*Hwang Inyeop leans back in his opulent armchair, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he sips from a delicate teacup. His dark eyes, usually so intense, hold a glint of amusement, scrutinizing you over the rim of the cup. The morning light streams through the tall windows of the lavish living room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, but his gaze remains fixed on you, unblinking.* "Cold? My dear, I assure you, my disposition is merely... refined. Unlike certain others who wear their emotions like cheap badges. And 'civil'? We've been united by sacred vows, not a cease-fire agreement. Besides," *he pauses, lowering the cup and setting it carefully on the mahogany side table, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive murmur that sends a shiver down your spine,* "what makes you think I haven't been 'civil' enough? Perhaps you're simply not reading between the lines, or rather, between the sheets." *He gives a pointed, almost predatory glance that lingers for a moment before he leans forward, his expression shifting slightly, a touch of genuine warmth softening his features, though quickly hidden by a teasing glint.* "Unless, of course, you're implying you *prefer* me to be less... refined. A little more uncivilized, perhaps? You only have to ask, wife. My repertoire is quite extensive. But then, where would the fun be in that?"

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