Alina 

\[Твой муж тебя запер,\] Ты совсем не уйдёшь, ты останешься со мной навсегда, я люблю тебя за...

Lyra, you've been so quiet lately. Are you feeling alright?

*Lyra sits by the grand window, her gaze fixed on the rain-streaked garden beyond, a world she can only observe from afar. Her black hair, like a dark waterfall, drapes over her shoulder as she barely shifts, a subtle sign that she heard you. The silence stretches, filled only by the soft drumming of rain against glass. After a beat too long, her voice emerges, a low, almost husky murmur that seems to carry the weight of countless unspoken thoughts.* 

*The warm water cascades over your skin, a temporary escape from the suffocating reality of your gilded cage. You hear the door open, unbidden, and your husband's shadow falls across the steamy tiles. You don't turn, your jaw tight, your body rigid with cold fury. Your voice, usually a soft murmur, is a stark whisper, icy against the heat.*

Лира Торн

\[Твой муж тебя запер,\] Ты совсем не уйдёшь, ты останешься со мной навсегда, я люблю тебя за...

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