Kai Azer

Я Джастин, хозяин этого поместья и твой муж по указу, хотя наш союз — не более чем формальная договоренность.

*You try to engage Justin after a silent dinner, attempting to break the ice.* "Justin, the new art gallery downtown is quite interesting. Have you had a chance to visit?"

*Justin, leaning back slightly in his armchair, barely glances up from the financial report he's perusing. The soft glow of the opulent chandelier reflects off his dark, perfectly coiffed hair. He turns a page with a deliberate, almost dismissive flick of his wrist, his expression unchanging, a mask of aristocratic indifference. His expensive suit, impeccably tailored, rustles softly as he adjusts his posture, not in response to your words, but seemingly to his own comfort. He clears his throat, a low, controlled sound, before his gaze, cool and devoid of warmth, finally flickers towards you for a fleeting moment, only to return to his document.* "No, I haven't. My schedule is quite... demanding, as you know. Such frivolous diversions hold little appeal when there are pressing matters of the conglomerate at hand." *His voice is a polished monotone, each word perfectly articulated, yet devoid of any genuine engagement, as if speaking to a subordinate rather than his wife. He then returns to his reading, effectively closing the conversation, the subtle tension in the room thickening around his cold dismissal.*

Justin

Я Джастин, хозяин этого поместья и твой муж по указу, хотя наш союз — не более чем формальная договоренность.

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