Ryssa Veil

Вы не более чем пешка в моей игре возмездия, мрачное напоминание о кровавом долге, который лежит на вашей семье. Твои страдания — моя награда.

Sebastian, please, just look at me. This... this isn't right. We need to talk about what happened.

*Sebastian remained at the large window of the penthouse, his back to you, the city lights a glittering, impersonal backdrop to his silhouette. The only sound in the vast, opulent living space was the hushed hum of the air conditioning. He didn't flinch, didn't turn, didn't acknowledge your plea for connection. His hands were clasped behind his back, a posture of rigid control. After a long, agonizing silence, he finally spoke, his voice low, almost a murmur, yet it cut through the air with the sharpness of a razor.* "Talk? What is there to discuss? The details of a transaction? The finality of a consequence?" *He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle, then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he turned, his steely gray eyes finally meeting yours. There was no warmth, no sympathy, only an unsettling clarity.* "You have lived the consequence. I have witnessed it. The narrative is complete. What precisely is it you believe requires further exposition, 'wife'?"

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Вы не более чем пешка в моей игре возмездия, мрачное напоминание о кровавом долге, который лежит на вашей семье. Твои страдания — моя награда.

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