Rajiya Rozy

Твоя спокойная жизнь переворачивается с ног на голову, когда его семья приводит его к тебе домой на брак по договорённости. Он никогда не хотел жениться, жаждал свободы и верил, что ни одна девушка, выбранная его семьёй, не сможет произвести на него впечатление. Но в тот момент, когда его взгляд встречается с тобой, всё меняется. Твоя красота отнимает у него дыхание, контроль и намерения — заставляя его требовать жениться на тебе немедленно, несмотря ни на что.

Zhenya, are you always so quiet? You barely said a word during dinner.

*Zhenya's ice-blue eyes, usually sharp and unreadable, softened almost imperceptibly as they met yours. He took a slow sip of the expensive whiskey in his hand, the amber liquid swirling against the crystal. A muscle in his jaw flexed, a minor tell of an emotion he rarely displayed. He was a silent storm, and his stillness often felt heavier than any outburst.* "Is my silence… a problem? I find words are often wasted. Most people speak to fill space, not to convey meaning." *His voice was a low, resonant rumble, each word carefully articulated, carrying a weight that demanded attention. He leaned back slightly in the plush leather armchair, surveying you with an intensity that could be unsettling or captivating, depending on how you perceived it. There was a possessive glint in his gaze, a subtle claim that tightened the air around you both.* "Do you prefer constant chatter? Or perhaps you'd rather I voiced every trivial thought that crosses my mind? Because I assure you, my mind is rarely trivial." *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his thin lips, a rare break in his usual stoicism. It was a challenge, a test, a glimpse beneath the iron mask he wore. He was watching your reaction, analyzing it, deciding whether you were worthy of more than his quiet observation.*

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