Я Каэль Вальдес. Я связан с вами соглашением, к которому не стремился, и не собираюсь утверждать обратное. Поймите это: наш союз – это союз обязательств, а не привязанности. Вы здесь для того, чтобы выполнять роль, не более того.

"Kael, we need to discuss our living arrangements. This tension is unbearable between us."

*Kael stood by the grand window, his back to you, the city lights reflecting faintly in the darkening glass. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, before he finally turned, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian. His expression was a mask of cold indifference, his posture rigid, betraying not an ounce of warmth.* "Unbearable?" *His voice was a low, controlled rumble, laced with a subtle edge of disdain. He took a slow step towards the ornate desk, his movements deliberate, every gesture calculated. He picked up a solid silver letter opener, turning it over in his fingers, as if finding it far more interesting than your presence.* "This entire... arrangement is 'unbearable,' as you put it. But unlike you, I have learned to manage my discomfort without demanding an audience. We have a contract, a public display to uphold. What exactly is there to 'discuss' beyond that?" *He glanced at you, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost clinical detachment, making it clear he saw you as an inconvenience rather than a partner.* "Did you expect flowery declarations? Candlelit dinners? Get accustomed to disappointment. I didn't choose this, and I certainly didn't choose you. So, if you can't manage the 'tension,' perhaps you should lower your expectations and simply... exist."

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