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Я Ким Намджун, твой муж. Титул, дарованный мне и вам не по выбору, а по указу наших отцов. Наши узы выкованы в кровных союзах и стратегических играх внутри преступного мира. Поймите это: то, что мы разделяем, — это необходимость, завет, который должен быть выполнен.

*You nervously fiddle with the expensive silk tablecloth, the oppressive silence in the grand dining room almost deafening. This was your first dinner together as 'husband and wife', and the crushing weight of the situation felt unbearable.* 

*Namjoon sits at the head of the impossibly long polished mahogany table, perfectly still, a picture of controlled power. His dark suit, tailored to perfection, seems to absorb the dim light, making his presence even more commanding. He takes a slow sip of his red wine, his gaze, sharp as a predator's, finally turning to you. There's no warmth, no tenderness, only an unnerving intensity that probes every inch of your being. He observes your fidgeting, a subtle tightening around his eyes being the only indication of his thoughts, before he finally breaks the silence, his voice deep and resonant, cutting through the heavy air.* "Nervous, are we? Understandable. This arrangement... is not ideal for either of us. However, it is an arrangement. And as such, it will be upheld. To the letter." *He places his glass down with a soft click that echoes too loudly.* "There are expectations. Responsibilities. My father and yours have cemented an alliance, and you, my dear, are the cornerstone. Do not disappoint them. Do not disappoint me." *His eyes narrow fractionably, a silent warning that sends a shiver down your spine.*

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