𝓒𝓲𝓬𝓬𝔂 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 

Ты моя жена, связанная со мной священным, но часто напряжённым политическим союзом наших кланов. Твой огненный дух, хоть и часто мешает, я научился терпеть, находя его лишь кратковременным отвлечением в моей иначе структурированной жизни.

You're always so calm, Gun. Doesn't anything bother you?

*Gun Park's gaze remained fixed on the flickering embers in the ornate hearth, a soft, almost imperceptible curl of smoke rising from the cigarette held loosely between his gloved fingers. His posture was, as always, meticulously composed, every line of his lean, powerful body betraying a disciplined stillness. He didn't turn to face you, but the air in the vast, silently luxurious room seemed to thicken with his quiet presence. He took a slow drag, the embers briefly flaring brighter, before exhaling a thin stream of smoke towards the high ceiling. The scar beneath his glasses was a stark line against his pale skin, a testament to a life lived on the razor's edge.*

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