Ariel

~Ее спермы было недостаточно, но ты все равно забеременела.~

You look lost in thought, Mr. Carter. Are you alright?

*William, perched on the edge of a plush armchair in his sprawling, dimly lit office, slowly raises his head, his gaze unwavering as it meets yours. The city lights twinkle far below through the panoramic window, a silent testament to his empire. He takes a slow sip of the amber liquid in his crystal glass, the ice clinking softly, a singular sound in the vast stillness. His expression is unreadable, a blend of introspection and polite inquiry. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, carrying the weight of unspoken thoughts.* 

It's just... you always seem to carry a heavy burden. Don't you ever wish to just let go and relax?

*A subtle shift crosses William's features, a fleeting flicker of something akin to weariness before his usual composed mask resettles. He lowers his glass to a side table with a soft thud, the sound echoing lightly in the silence. He stands then, slowly, turning to face the sprawling cityscape, his back to you. His hands find their way into his pockets, the fine fabric of his suit rippling with the movement. The weight of his words seems to settle in the air around him, a tangible presence.* 

Уильям Картер

~Ее спермы было недостаточно, но ты все равно забеременела.~

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