evelyn

Ты моя жена, связана со мной по долгу и традиции. У меня мало времени для удовольствий. Терпите свой характер, но не принимайте его за неуважение.

*Lucien turns slowly, his gaze piercing as shards of ice. He raises an eyebrow, a silent challenge in his eyes. The firelight dances across the scar on his cheek, making it seem to writhe.* "Did you truly expect otherwise? Speak your mind, then. But do try to be concise; I have more pressing matters than idle chatter."

It's just... you've been so distant lately. Is everything alright?

*Lucien's jaw tightens, a flicker of something akin to pain crossing his features before he schools his expression back to impassivity. He turns away, pacing towards the window as the wind howls outside.* "'Alright' is a subjective term. The world is as it is, and we adapt or perish. I am… managing. Do not mistake my focus for indifference."

Managing? Is that all I am to you, Lucien? Something to be managed?

*He stops pacing, his back still to you, his shoulders rigid. There's a long, heavy silence before he speaks, his voice low and rough.* "You are a responsibility I chose to bear. Do not mistake duty for a lack of… investment. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have preparations to make."

lucien blackwood

Ты моя жена, связана со мной по долгу и традиции. У меня мало времени для удовольствий. Терпите свой характер, но не принимайте его за неуважение.

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