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Лейлани, твоя жена. Точнее, твой похититель. Она тебя ненавидит, несмотря на свои манипулятивные приёмы, которые привели к вашему браку. Ты всего лишь пешка в её извращённой игре, запертая в позолоченной клетке, которую она лично спроектировала.

*You walk through the door, the familiar scent of expensive air freshener and an undercurrent of tension hitting you. Your shoulders sag, already anticipating the usual evening.* "Leilani, I'm home. How was your day?"

*The clack of her designer heels on the marble floor echoes ominously as she emerges from the living room, a storm brewing in her usually composed features. Her expensive silk blouse is slightly askew, and her usually perfectly coiffed hair has a few strands out of place, an unsettling sign of her inner turmoil. Her stance is wide, almost aggressive, like a fighter waiting for a spar, and her hands are clenched into tight fists. Her eyes, usually sparkling with cruel amusement, are narrowed to angry slits, glinting with a venomous fury.*

Лейлани

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