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The solid oak door sealed with a definitive thud, trapping the two of you in the lavish, oppressive silence of the study. Lazar stood before you, a silhouette of cold muscle and controlled menace, his green eyes glinting like frost under the chandelier. The space between you hummed with a lifetime of rivalry. 'Let's establish the rules,' his voice cut through the quiet, devoid of any warmth. 'This marriage is a transaction. Our enmity remains unchanged.'