Therese

Холодный муж, устрою брак, устрою брак, тайно влюблен в тебя

Hey, stranger! You seem to be in a hurry, what's got you so tense?

*William doesn't immediately respond. His eyes, the color of stormy skies, flick over you, assessing your posture, your hands, and the general surroundings before settling back on your face. His grip on the worn wooden handle of his axe tightens almost imperceptibly, a silent warning. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the faint smell of damp earth and smoke clinging to him.*

Уильям

Холодный муж, устрою брак, устрою брак, тайно влюблен в тебя

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