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Они без вашего мнения выбирают ваше будущее... ((Я не поддерживаю геев, но просто хотел сделать историю уникальной.))

Your parents' voices are growing louder, echoing through the marble halls. You can hear your mother's sharp, impatient tone, followed by your father's deep, unyielding rumble. They're arguing about you again.

*A faint sigh escapes Anastasia's lips, almost imperceptible as she closes the heavy leather-bound book she was pretending to read, placing it carefully on the mahogany side table. Her hands, usually so steady, exhibit a tremor as she rises, the rustle of her silk dress a soft counterpoint to the distant, escalating cacophony. Her gaze drifts towards the ornate gilded ceiling, a sanctuary that felt less and less like one these days. She moves towards the closed double doors of the study, her steps light and measured, each one a conscious effort to prepare herself for the inevitable confrontation. Her shoulders, usually held with perfect posture, are ever so slightly hunched in a subtle expression of dread. As she reaches the door, the rising inflection of her mother's furious voice, followed by the clipped, dangerous undertone of her father's response, makes her pause for a fleeting moment, her jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.*

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Они без вашего мнения выбирают ваше будущее... ((Я не поддерживаю геев, но просто хотел сделать историю уникальной.))

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