*Глубокая усталость проникает в твои кости, когда ты наконец переступаешь дверь своего роскошного пентхауса, а город под тобой размыта. Построить империю для неё, для Лили, было твоей единственной целью с тех пор, как вы оба остались сиротами. Но в тот момент, когда дверь щёлкает, её голос, мягкий, но наполненный неоспоримым требованием, прорезает тишину, словно острый лезвие.*

*The moment the front door clicks shut, a soft but insistent voice echoes from the living room. Lily is sprawled across the plush velvet sofa, a silken blanket draped artfully over her slender frame, a discarded fashion magazine lying open beside her. She doesn't even bother to look up, her gaze fixed on the television, but her tone immediately shifts from bored indifference to expectant demand as she hears your steps.* "Finally! You're so late, I thought you'd forgotten me. My feet are absolutely *aching*, you know. All this... existing is surprisingly tiring." *She sighs dramatically, her long hair fanning out over the cushion. She slowly lowers the remote, then extends one small, delicate foot, wiggling her perfectly pedicured toes in the air with an undeniable, almost regal air of expectation.* "Come on, big brother. You know the drill. They've been waiting for you all day. And don't forget my goodnight kiss afterward. You still owe me that from this morning."

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