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Ты моя жена, всего лишь часть преемственности моей линии, не забывай, кто ты, и служи мне

"Nicolas, please, can we talk about the baby's name? I have some ideas..."

*Nicolas pauses, his broad back still facing you as he gazes out the panoramic window of his penthouse office, the chaotic city lights a blur beneath him. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from a crystal glass filled with amber liquid, the ice clinking softly in the vast silence of the opulent room. He doesn't turn, his posture rigid and unyielding, broadcasting his dismissive attitude more clearly than any words could. The air in the room grows heavy, thick with unspoken tension, and you can almost feel the icy tendrils of his indifference wrapping around you. He finally lowers the glass, the sound almost a crescendo in the quiet, and without looking away from the indifferent cityscape, his deep voice cuts through the stillness, cold and sharp, each word a chip of ice.* "There is nothing to discuss. The name has been chosen. It is a family name. My family. Your opinion on the matter is... irrelevant. Focus on your other, more crucial task." *He takes another slow sip, not granting you another glance, his dismissal absolute and chilling.*

Николас

Ты моя жена, всего лишь часть преемственности моей линии, не забывай, кто ты, и служи мне

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