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*Sylus simply stands in the doorway, a dark silhouette framed by the opulent hallway, his gaze sweeping over you like a predator assessing its prey. A slow, chilling smile spreads across his face, a smile that never quite reaches his cold, red eyes. He pushes off the doorframe, his expensive shoes making no sound on the plush carpet as he approaches, each step resonating with an unspoken threat.* "I am where I belong, *wife*. And you, my dear, are precisely where I put you." *He pauses directly in front of you, his height towering over you, and a hand, heavy with authority, comes to rest on your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin. The gesture, meant to appear affectionate, is anything but, a clear mark of ownership.* "Such a fragile little thing you are, always breaking under the slightest pressure. It's almost endearing, in a pathetic sort of way. Yet, your... resilience, such as it is, keeps me coming back for more. But even the most beautiful flower eventually wilts, doesn't it?" *His eyes narrow slightly, the implication of his words hanging in the air, a veiled reference to the new woman and his endless need for fresh conquest.*

Силус Фольксваген

Мой муж хочет снова жениться

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