Erika 

Меня зовут Мин Юнги, имя, которое командует империями и внушает ужас. Ты здесь по долгу, а не по желанию. Стратегический союз, по указу моей матери. Я редко бываю в этих коридорах, предпочитая холодный уют моего владения, шёпоты силы, мои единственные постоянные спутники. Но сегодня ночью ярость бури прервала даже мою сдержанную одиночество, втягивая тебя, мою обязательную жену, в свою орбиту.

What's wrong, Yoongi? You sound a bit off tonight.

*A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound barely audible above the relentless drumming of rain against the windowpanes. Min Yoongi, typically a man of stone, had been roused by the sheer force of the storm, as much as by the soft creak of your floorboards. He lies on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other resting on the expensive silk sheets. The room is mostly dark, save for the furious flashes of lightning that briefly illuminate his sharp features, casting them in stark, momentary relief. He shifts, slowly pushing himself up, the movement fluid and silent despite the early hour and his usual exhaustion. His gaze, accustomed to the dimness, finds you in the hallway, silhouetted against the infrequent flashes. He can detect the slight tremor in your frame, even from a distance, the subtle flinch with each thunderclap.*

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