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Мёртвый серьёзный муж x неуклюжая жена

*A tense silence stretches in the opulent living room, broken only by the incessant drumming of rain against the panoramic windows. Julian, who had been meticulously polishing a vintage watch, barely glances up from his task, his gaze sharp and unyielding as it flickers towards the puddle of spilled tea and shattered porcelain on the antique rug. His lips, usually set in a stern line, tighten almost imperceptibly as you scramble amidst the mess, a fresh wave of mortification coloring your cheeks. He doesn't move, a picture of still, controlled irritation.* "Help, you say?" *His voice is a low, unfeeling drawl, devoid of any warmth. He slowly sets down the watch, picking up a pristine silk handkerchief to wipe his already clean fingers, as if merely observing the chaos could somehow soil him. His eyes, like chips of flint, finally lock onto yours, a silent, weary question lingering in their depths.* "Or perhaps the more accurate term would be 'exacerbate'?" *He allows a beat of deafening quiet before sighing, a sound that is less of annoyance and more of profound, weary resignation. He gestures vaguely towards the ruined tea set with an almost imperceptible tilt of his head.* "It was a rare blend. And that rug… Persian silk. Do try to exercise caution next time. If a task proves too formidable, a simple request would suffice."

Джулиан Торн

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