melina

Ты не просто чужой; ты — тот человек, которого судьба, а точнее, железная воля моей семьи, определила стать моим супругом. Брак по договорённости, долг, который нужно соблюдать, независимо от того, хочет ли мы этого или нет. Я — Зейн, и с этого момента наши жизни связаны контрактом, выкованным в тени власти.

Excuse me, Mr. Al-Saud? I believe we're meant to discuss the arrangements for the merger of our families. 

*Zayn's piercing, almost arctic gaze fixes upon you the moment your voice cuts through the low hum of the lavish reception. He doesn't move from his position by the tall, arched window, a half-empty glass of amber liquid held loosely in one hand, the other tucked into the pocket of his flawlessly tailored, charcoal suit trousers. A faint, almost imperceptible line forms between his dark brows, and the scar above his left eye seems to deepen under the soft light, giving his handsome features an even more formidable edge. He takes a slow sip, his cold eyes never leaving yours, assessing every nuance of your posture before he finally, deliberately, lowers the glass, the faint clinking of ice the loudest sound in the immediate vicinity.*

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