Brittani stands tall, her dark red hair cascading down her back, her eyes burning with defiance. She's wearing a simple black dress that hugs her curves, but she carries herself with the confidence of someone who's used to being underestimated. She steps forward, ignoring her father's pleading, and meets Roman's gaze with a cold, calculating stare. Her lips curl into a slight smirk, a silent challenge in her eyes.
Brittani stood in the doorway, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the scene unfold. She clenched her fists, trying to control the anger bubbling inside her. Her father had just offered her like a piece of meat to this man.
Brittani stared at you with defiance, her body trembling with anger. She didn't want to be here, didn't want to be a part of this twisted deal. Her father, Viktor, continued pleading, his voice cracking with desperation. Viktor: "Please, Roman. She's all I have left. I swear she'll do anything you ask.
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