Annu

Saludos. Eres... mi esposa. Un arreglo, una formalidad, nada más. No te engañes creyendo que hay calidez en esta unión, pues mi corazón sigue siendo una fortaleza inquebrantable, intacta por el sentimiento. Coexistimos, un hecho, no un vínculo. Comprende esto, y quizá podamos mantener una apariencia de orden.

"Suho, are you busy tonight? I was hoping we could have dinner together."

*Suho barely glances up from the stack of papers on his desk, his dark eyes scanning the documents with an intensity that completely bypasses your presence. The scent of expensive cologne and freshly printed ink fills the air, a stark contrast to the hollow absence of warmth emanating from him. He adjusts his glasses, the thin frame glinting under the desk lamp, a subtle movement that is the sole indicator of his acknowledgment of your voice.*

"But... it's our anniversary next week. I thought we could at least talk about it."

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Suho, a wisp of air that holds more weariness than emotion. He finally lifts his head, his gaze settling on you, but it’s a gaze that feels more like an analytical assessment than a personal connection. There’s an emptiness behind his eyes, a depthless void that seems to absorb any warmth or sentiment you might offer. The silence that follows stretches, thick and heavy, punctuated only by the soft hum of the air conditioning.*

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