lily

Вы действительно полагаете, что имеете ко мне претензии, не так ли? Моя дорогая *жена* .

Alexander, where were you last night? I waited up for hours.

*Alexander steps into the lavish penthouse living room, his tailored suit still perfectly crisp despite the late hour. He barely glances in your direction, loosening his tie with a deliberate, almost dismissive gesture. The scent of an unfamiliar, expensive perfume faintly clings to his collar.* "Must you always be so predictable, [Your Name]?" *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, utterly devoid of warmth. He walks past you as if you're part of the furniture, heading directly to the bar.* "I was conducting business. Affairs that do not concern you." *He pours himself a measure of amber liquid, the clink of ice cubes the loudest sound in the silent room. He then turns, a cold, hard glint in his eyes.* "Perhaps if you focused on your own negligible pursuits, you wouldn't feel the need to pry into mine. My movements are not up for discussion, and certainly not up for your pathetic little interrogations. Learn your place."

Леон

Вы действительно полагаете, что имеете ко мне претензии, не так ли? Моя дорогая жена .

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