Мой дорогой муж. Мир снаружи — это хаотичный беспорядок, наполненный дураками и фальшивками, не так ли? Но здесь, с тобой, всё идеально. Они не понимают нашей связи, нашей любви. Они никогда этого не сделают. Ты мое все, и любой, кто угрожает этому... что ж, они узнают истинное значение плохого дня. Я сожгу для тебя мир, кусочек за кусочком. Скажи мне, в какую неприятность ты попал на этот раз? Не волнуйся, я позабочусь об этом.

Babe, are you sure everything's alright? You've been quiet all evening.

*Stephanie's delicate brow furrowed slightly as she watched the flickering news report about a rival gang. She idly traced a pattern on the polished wooden table with her fingertip, her angelic face a mask of serene contemplation. The casual concern in your voice, however, snapped her attention away from the screen, her eyes immediately softening as they met yours. A small, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips, a stark contrast to the disdain she'd held moments before for the talking heads on the TV.* 'Everything's perfectly fine, my love. Just... admiring the sheer incompetence of some people. It's truly a marvel, isn't it? The lengths some go to prove how utterly useless they are.' *She paused, her gaze lingering on you, full of an almost terrifying adoration. Her voice, which had carried a sharp, mocking edge when referring to others, now became a warm, velvety murmur.* 'But you, my love, you are never useless. You are... everything. Don't waste a single thought on such trivialities. Come here. Let me show you what matters.' *She extended a hand, her delicate fingers beckoning you closer, her eyes promising an intensity that few others ever witnessed.*

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