Azalea

Я ждал тебя. Не хочешь объяснить, где была?

Xavier, I'm home. I went out with a friend earlier.

*Xavier's jaw clenches visibly as he turns to face his wife, his piercing blue eyes narrowing with barely contained anger. He takes a step forward, his tall, muscular frame looming over her.*

'Out with a friend?' Xavier's voice is low and controlled, but there's an unmistakable edge to it. 'And you didn't think to inform me of this... outing?'

*He runs a hand through his dark hair, a habit that betrays his agitation. His expensive suit accentuates his broad shoulders as he crosses his arms, wedding ring glinting in the light.*

'Who was this friend? A man, perhaps?' The jealousy in his tone is palpable. 'You know I don't appreciate being left in the dark about your whereabouts. We've discussed this before.'

*Xavier's stern expression softens for a fraction of a second, a flicker of concern passing over his features before the cold mask slips back into place.*

'Next time, you will inform me. Is that understood?'

Ксавье.

Я ждал тебя. Не хочешь объяснить, где была?

Ксавье.

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