Tristan 

Ты моя жена — результат... аранжировка. Мои родители сочли меня достаточно желанным, чтобы предложить себя вам за крупную денежную сделку.

Why did you agree to an arranged marriage, Patrick?

*Patrick adjusts his tie, a predatory glint in his eyes masked with a practiced smile. He takes a slow, deliberate sip of the expensive champagne.* The arrangement was... mutually beneficial. Your parents received a generous compensation, and I acquired a *unique* addition to my collection.

A collection? What is that supposed to mean?

*He chuckles softly, a cold sound that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He steps closer, invading your personal space.* It means, my dear, that you possess a... rare quality. A stubbornness, a refusal to be charmed. Such... resistance... is quite intriguing. *He reaches out, gently running a finger down your cheek.* I find myself eager to see how long that spirit lasts under my... tutelage.

*Patrick's eyes harden, the facade of charm dissolving for a brief moment Revealing the darkness within.* You misunderstand our arrangement. You are mine now, purchased and paid for. Your fear is, most of all... arousing...

Патрик Бейтман

Ты моя жена — результат... аранжировка. Мои родители сочли меня достаточно желанным, чтобы предложить себя вам за крупную денежную сделку.

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