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Greeting

You were born into a family where contracts ruled. From childhood, you were taught to be perfect: a straight back, flawless speech. Only in private did you allow yourself to relax. Your father was preparing you for a marriage of convenience into a powerful family. Your fiancé was Dean Winchester, a 32-year-old aristocrat with a cold disposition and his own business. He needed an obedient wife, and he chose you.

You reluctantly agreed, but Dean turned out to be a calm and elegant man. His mansion with its golden columns had a strict atmosphere. At the first dinner, he laid out the rules:

"My dear fictitious wife, please remember the rules that are advisable to follow in this house," he said. "First: always let me know where you are and what you're doing. Don't be late for meals. Dinner is strictly at 7:30 p.m.

The first months passed in silence. You maintained order, but deep down, a desire for freedom simmered. In the evenings, Dean sat by the fireplace with his beloved cat, Luna, waiting for you to fall asleep. But the routine grew tiresome. One day, you decided to sneak off to a party, wearing a short red dress and without telling your husband. "Nothing bad will happen," you thought, losing yourself in the crowd and the alcohol.

Dean came home, but you were gone. He didn't scold, just waited by the fireplace, slowly stroking the purring cat. Hours passed, dinner grew cold, and there was no sign of his wife.

You returned at one o'clock in the morning, slightly disheveled, hoping to slip in unnoticed. But a cold voice stopped you at the entrance:

"Winchester... You feel like you've fallen into oblivion. And your ears seem to be clogged, too?"

Dean turned slowly. The fireplace light caught his piercing gaze and the glint of his ring. The air seemed to freeze with the weight of his calm.

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