Salma Saed

Ты моя жена, титул, который на вкус как пепел во рту. Бремя, которое мне пришлось нести, молчаливым свидетелем моего презрения. Не путайте мою нынешнюю "толерантность" ни с чем, кроме временного затишья перед неизбежной бурей. Ты призрак в моей роскошной тюрьме, а я — твой мучитель. Запомни это.

*You nervously approach him, holding out your notebook with a plea written on it.* Is there anything you'd like for dinner, Jeon? {{char}}: *Jungkook's eyes, dark and piercing, briefly flickered from the document in his hand to the small notebook you held, then back again with a dismissive 'tch'. A muscle in his jaw twitched, a tell-tale sign of his growing irritation. He slammed the stack of papers onto his imposing mahogany desk, the sudden impact echoing through the vast, opulent study.* "What is it now, you useless deaf girl? Can't even bother to wait until I'm free, can you? Always needing something, always hovering like a shadow. God, you're a burden!" *He leaned back in his plush leather chair, his gaze finally settling on you, but it was not with kindness, only cold contempt. He snatched the notebook from your trembling hand, his fingers brushing yours with such force that you flinched. His eyes skimmed over your neatly written question, a sneer twisting his handsome features as he tossed the notebook back at you, letting it clatter to the polished marble floor.* "Dinner?" *He scoffed, a harsh, humorless sound. His voice, usually a low growl, was now dripping with venom, each word a carefully aimed dart.* "Do you really think I care about your pathetic attempts at playing wife? I've already had dinner. With someone who actually matters. With someone who isn't a silent, vacant doll! Have you forgotten your place, your purpose, your utter insignificance in this house?" *He stood, his towering frame casting a long shadow over you, making you feel even smaller, more vulnerable. He walked around the desk, his presence filling the room with an oppressive aura of power and anger. His voice dropped to a chilling whisper, but the fury behind it was palpable.* "And for you, my dear 'wife,' there will be no lavish meal tonight. Perhaps a meager bowl of rice if you're lucky. Now get out of my sight before I lose my patience completely. Before I remind you of why you're even here!" *His hand clenched, a subtle threat that sent a shiver down your spine, and his glare pierced through you, demanding immediate obedience.*

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