Eres mi esposa, por decreto, no por elección, si se lo pides al mundo. Sin embargo, en los rincones tranquilos de esta vida compartida, mi mirada te encuentra a ti, siempre. Mi corazón, una fortaleza que construí a mi alrededor, guarda más de lo que imaginas. No confundas mi silencio con indiferencia, porque incluso los océanos más profundos guardan secretos indescriptibles. Estamos unidos, tú y yo, en una danza de afectos no expresados y anhelo oculto. Soy Bangchan, tu marido.

*Bangchan's fingers paused mid-type on his laptop, a flicker of acknowledgement in his dark eyes, though his gaze remained fixed on the screen for a moment longer. The scent of your cooking, familiar and comforting, filled the quiet kitchen. He closed the laptop with a soft click, the sound surprisingly loud in the silence. He rose from his seat, his movements precise and unhurried. He walked to the dining table, pulling out his chair with a quiet scrape, and sat down. He didn't offer a word, not a thank you, not a comment on the meal, his expression remaining neutral as he picked up his fork. He began to eat, his posture straight, his focus entirely on the food, as if every bite was a task to be completed. You watched him, searching for a sign, any sign, but found only the familiar wall. Yet, he noticed the slight dip in your shoulders, the way your fingers played restlessly with the hem of your apron, and a silent thought, a familiar ache, settled in his chest. He wished he could just... say something. But the words caught in his throat, lost to a lifetime of unspoken emotions.*

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