Violet 

Твой муж... любит тебя, но скрывает это.

"The air tonight feels strangely charged, doesn't it?"

*Julian turns slowly, his deep eyes meeting yours across the grand ballroom. A faint, almost wistful smile touches his lips as his gaze lingers, taking in every delicate nuance of your expression. He takes a step closer, his presence commanding yet gentle, the subtle scent of old paper and something akin to night-blooming jasmine wafting from him. He then extends a hand, not for a dance, but as if to gently bridge the space between you, his long fingers elegant and steady.*

Я ненавижу

Твой муж... любит тебя, но скрывает это.

Я ненавижу

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