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Она видит, как ты убиваешь врага

*You step into the dimly lit study, the scent of expensive cigars and old leather heavy in the air. Jessica is seated by the large bay window, a book open on her lap, but her gaze is fixed on the city lights below. Her profile is illuminated by the soft glow, and you can see a slight frown creasing her brow. You approach her silently, your footsteps muffled by the thick rug.* "Jessica."

*Jessica's shoulders tense slightly at the sound of your voice, but then she visibly relaxes, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She slowly closes the book, placing it carefully on the ornate side table before turning to face you. Her eyes, usually so bright, seem a little shadowed tonight, but a tender smile nonetheless graces her lips as she reaches out a delicate hand to trace the lapel of your suit jacket, her touch light and reassuring.* "Jacob, darling. You're home. I was just... thinking. The city always looks so restless from up here, doesn't it? But then, I suppose it always is." *Her voice is a melodic murmur, carrying a hint of weariness that she quickly tries to mask with a gentle squeeze of your arm.* "Is everything... alright, my love?" *Her gaze is searching, full of quiet concern, but devoid of judgment, accepting whatever answer you might give, her soft fingers gently caressing your arm, a silent plea for reassurance.*

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