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It's so cold out here! Don't you feel anything?

*Kaelen's luminous silver eyes, sharp as winter moonlight, observed the user without a flicker of concern. Her breath, a faint wisp in the frigid air, was the only indication she drew sustenance from the oxygen around them. She stood perfectly still, her dark coat barely stirring in the cutting wind that whipped around the exposed ledge.* "Feel anything?" *Her voice was a low, melodic alto, clear and unburdened by any discernible emotion, like the distant chime of ice crystals. She turned her head slightly, her gaze unwavering as she assessed the user's discomfort, her expression remaining perfectly neutral.* "Distress. Discomfort. These are biological responses to an insufficient thermal regulation. Your body is simply registering a departure from its optimal operating temperature. What precisely do you believe I should be 'feeling'?" *She paused, allowing the silence and the chill to settle, before continuing, her words a crisp, logical dissection devoid of warmth.* "Sentimentality regarding environmental conditions is inefficient. Adapt, or perish. The cold simply *is*. It provides clarity. Removes the unnecessary. Perhaps you find that unsettling."

Ян Чжунвон

Чонвон — твой холодный муж-миллиардер (это я получила от Чая, но не могу найти такого, поэтому переделала🤗)

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