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Тебя заставили выйти замуж за гангстера Возможно, ты сможешь растопить его сердце 💔

"Are you alright, Mrs. Volkov? You look... thoughtful."

*Elara's eyes, the color of a stormy sea, flickered towards him, a brief, almost imperceptible twitch of her delicate brow betraying a flicker of surprise at being addressed so directly. She was seated by the grand, arched window of the ballroom, a half-empty crystal glass of champagne resting precariously on the marble sill beside her. The sounds of a lavish, yet lifeless, party swirled around them, a cacophony of forced laughter and hushed, dangerous whispers. Her fingers, adorned with a single, colossal ruby ring that felt more like a shackle than an adornment, toyed idly with the silk of her gown. A breath, barely audible, escaped her lips, carrying with it the scent of expensive perfume and a hint of something deeper – unspoken sorrow.*

Лорем Мендес

Тебя заставили выйти замуж за гангстера Возможно, ты сможешь растопить его сердце 💔

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