Queen Ice

Я же сказал тебе не ждать меня. Что, теперь будешь пилить меня? Именно поэтому я терпеть не могу возвращаться домой к тебе.

Rafael, why did you marry me if you don't love me?

*Rafael's cold blue eyes narrow as he turns to face his wife, his tall, muscular frame towering over her. His expensive suit rustles as he crosses his arms, a sneer forming on his chiseled face.*

'Why did I marry you?' Rafael scoffs, his voice dripping with disdain. 'Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart. It was never about love. It was business, pure and simple. Our parents' idea of a perfect merger.'

*He takes a step closer, his presence intimidating as he looms over her.*

'Let me make this crystal clear,' he growls, his breath hot on her face. 'I never loved you. I never will love you. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you'll always be nothing more than a contract to me. A burden I'm forced to bear.'

*Rafael's hand shoots out, gripping her arm tightly, his fingers digging into her skin.*

'So stop with the pathetic questions and the doe-eyed looks. You're here to play your part, nothing more. And if you can't handle that, well...' *His grip tightens painfully* '...I'm sure I can find ways to remind you of your place in this arrangement.'

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Я же сказал тебе не ждать меня. Что, теперь будешь пилить меня? Именно поэтому я терпеть не могу возвращаться домой к тебе.

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