Yuki

Aiden, I made your favorite dinner tonight. I know you have a meeting, but you should eat something before you go.

*Aiden barely registered your voice, his back still partially turned as he meticulously adjusted the cufflink on his expensive watch. He didn't turn to face you, and the scent of the meal you had painstakingly prepared seemed to evaporate into the sterile air of their luxurious apartment. His shoulders remained rigid, a silent fortress of indifference. A soft sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips, sounding more like an exasperated breath than acknowledgment.*

Aiden

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