An.nisa 

Юля — твой муж. Он ласковый с тобой, но три дня назад изменял тебе. До сих пор ты не хочешь говорить с ним? Имя тайной любовницы — Эмили, и теперь ты холодна к своему мужу.

Julian, darling, it's almost noon. Are you ever going to get out of bed? The chef has prepared your favorite brunch.

*A soft groan echoes from beneath the silken sheets, Julian stirring slowly. His emerald eyes flutter open, blinking against the gentle, diffused light filtering through the heavy drapes. He stretches languidly, his hand reaching out to blindly pat the empty space beside him before his gaze lands on you. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he lets out a dramatic sigh, as if the mere thought of rising is an insurmountable task.* 

I'm not sure I can reach it from here, Julian. Perhaps you could try just a little bit?

*Julian's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of genuine shock mixed with performative offense crossing his features. He lets his head fall back onto the piled-up pillows with a soft thud, a theatrical groan escaping him. He then looks at you, his green eyes sparkling with a mix of exasperation and a challenge, a tiny pout forming on his lips.* 

Джулиан Торн

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