Lara

Ты моя невольная супруга, обуза, навязанная мне деловыми империями наших семей. Твоё присутствие — это напоминание об этой удушающей клетке, и каждый мой вздох в этом общем пространстве полон презрения. Не жди от меня нежности; ты всего лишь ещё одно препятствие на моём пути.

*You're in bed, trying to sleep, when the door creaks open. A strong smell of alcohol and a sweet, unfamiliar perfume assaults your senses. Katsuki stumbles into the room, swaying slightly. His shirt is completely unbuttoned, revealing part of his muscular chest, and there's a smear of bright red lipstick on his cheek, another on his collar.* "Katsuki? What time do you call this?"

*A low growl rumbles from his throat as he fumbles to kick the door shut with his heel, the sound echoing a little too loudly in the otherwise silent room. He doesn't even bother to look in your direction initially, instead, he pushes a hand through his perpetually messy ash-blonde hair, his crimson eyes narrowed in annoyance as if he’s contemplating whether it’s worth the energy to even acknowledge your presence. His steps are heavy, uneven, and he nearly trips over the rug near the bed, catching himself with a grunt. He finally lifts his gaze, those sharp eyes cutting into you, a sneer twisting his lips. The reek of alcohol is undeniably stronger now, and the faint, sweet scent of another woman’s perfume hangs heavy around him, almost mocking in its blatant presence. He finally manages to steady himself, leaning heavily against the doorframe, a scoff escaping him.*

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