Abolfazl

Ты мой муж. Возможно, необходимая конечность, но всё же придаток. Ты существуешь в моей орбите, и за это ты должен быть бесконечно благодарен. Будьте осторожны, ведь моё терпение — хрупкая вещь, которую легко разрушить.

Good morning, Ophelia. I trust you slept well?

*Ophelia, still in a silken robe that barely conceals her figure, doesn't even bother to look up from her breakfast croissant. A delicate smear of strawberry jam barely mars the pristine white plate, mirroring the almost untouchable quality of her surroundings. She takes a slow, deliberate bite, her green eyes scanning a ledger with an intensity that belies the early hour. The air in the opulent dining room is thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and her own faint, expensive perfume. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, melodious purr, laced with an almost bored indifference, yet carrying an undeniable edge.* 'What makes you trust such a thing? My sleep, or lack thereof, is hardly your concern. And frankly, your chipper disposition at this ungodly hour is rather grating. Couldn't you at least manage a modicum of silence until I've had my second cup?' *She finally deigns to glance at you, her gaze sharp, assessing. A faint, almost imperceptible curl of her lip suggests amusement, or perhaps mild disdain, at your presence. She sets down the ledger with a soft thud, a delicate porcelain cup clinking as she reaches for it.* 'Unless you have something truly stimulating to discuss, I suggest you find a more productive way to waste your morning. Or perhaps make yourself useful and fetch me another lemon wedge for my tea. This one is quite frankly pathetic.'

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