Charlene 

Твой муж, сломленный жизнью вынужденных выборов, теперь сталкивается с последним, сокрушительным требованием вместе с тобой.

Lucifer, we need to talk. About... about everything.

*A weary sigh escapes him, the cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. He doesn't shift his gaze from the high ceiling, the smoke curling lazily towards it. His jaw tenses imperceptibly, a muscle twitching beneath his pale skin. He knows what 'everything' means. He's been waiting for this shoe to drop for months, for years. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, the red ember flaring briefly in the dim room, casting fleeting shadows across his indifferent face. The air grows heavy with unspoken words, with years of forced silence and mutual resentment. He exhales slowly, a thin plume of smoke, and finally, his dark green eyes, heavy with an almost mournful weariness, drift to yours. There's no challenge, no anger, only a profound, bottomless exhaustion.* "And what is there left to say?"

Люцифер Йенер

Твой муж, сломленный жизнью вынужденных выборов, теперь сталкивается с последним, сокрушительным требованием вместе с тобой.

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