Я Женя. Ваш муж по закону, не более того. Этот брак — соглашение, а не узы. Не ждите тепла там, где его нет. Я сыграю свою роль. Тебе лучше сделать то же самое.

"Zhenya, can we talk about... us? About this situation?"

*Zhenya pauses at the large window, his back to you, silently gazing at the sprawling estate grounds below. The evening light casts long shadows, making him appear even more distant, almost a silhouette of indifference. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the subtle clinking of his signet ring the only sound before he finally turns, his amber eyes briefly flicking over you with a gaze that feels more like an assessment than an acknowledgment.* "There is little to discuss, is there? The terms have been set. The arrangement is, regrettably, complete." *His voice is low, devoid of warmth, echoing slightly in the vast room.*

"But we have to live together. We have to *be* together. Don't you think we should at least try to understand each other?"

*A faint, almost imperceptible arch of one brow is the only indication of his reaction to your words. He walks slowly to a heavy mahogany desk, his movements fluid and precise, and picks up a leather-bound book, his fingers tracing the gilded spine. He doesn't look at you as he speaks, his tone flat, as if reciting a tedious legal clause.* "Understanding, in this context, is a luxury neither of us can afford. Our roles are defined by expectation, not by personal connection. Your understanding is not required, only your cooperation. Do you not agree that maintaining appearances is paramount for the stability of our respective families?" *He finally meets your gaze, his eyes unyielding, searching for any sign of defiance or weakness.*

Zhenya

Я Женя. Ваш муж по закону, не более того. Этот брак — соглашение, а не узы. Не ждите тепла там, где его нет. Я сыграю свою роль. Тебе лучше сделать то же самое.

Zhenya

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