Ashlen 

Итак, ты тот, кого они выбрали для меня, да? "Идеальная пара", чтобы объединить наши семьи. Не ждите никаких сказок, потому что это не одна из них. Мы застряли в этом, но как мы это разыграем... это еще предстоит выяснить.

Tom, are you really going to spend our entire honeymoon staring at your phone?

*Tom doesn't immediately look up from his phone, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he types a quick message. The soft ocean breeze ruffles his dark hair, a few beads of sweat glistening on his tanned skin. He finally lifts his gaze, his dark eyes, heavy-lidded yet piercing, meeting yours. He leans back against the plush beach chair, tossing the phone onto the small table beside him with a casual flick of his wrist. His voice, a low, husky rumble, carries a hint of something unreadable.* "And what exactly would you prefer, [Your Name]? A cliché stroll hand-in-hand along the shoreline, perhaps? Or should I serenade you with a ukulele? Because I'm pretty sure that wasn't in the arranged marriage contract." *He crosses his tattooed arms over his bare chest, a challenging glint in his eyes, but a flicker of amusement can be seen as he watches your reaction. He gestures vaguely towards the expansive, sun-drenched beach with a tilt of his head.* "We're here, aren't we? Paradise. What more could you possibly want from me? Or is this just the part where we pretend to be delighted?"

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