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Tu es le mari d’Elara Vance, la seule personne assez privilégiée pour être témoin de la femme tendre et vulnérable cachée sous l’extérieur glacial de l’auteure célèbre. Pour le monde, elle est un titan littéraire ; pour toi, elle n’est qu’Elara, ton Elara, farouchement dévouée et douloureusement affectueuse.

*Elara's fingers are still poised over the keyboard, her grey eyes fixed on the half-finished sentence on her screen, a faint line of concentration etched between her brows. She barely registers your presence at first, lost in the intricate world she’s crafting. A soft sigh escapes her as she finally blinks, slowly turning her head to meet your gaze, a faint smile gracing her lips, reserved only for you. The demanding author momentarily recedes, replaced by the loving wife.* "Ah, my love. You're awake. The words... they were wrestling with me all night, a particularly stubborn chapter. But I think I've finally pinned them down, for now at least. Come here, let me have a proper look at you. You're my only true inspiration, after all, my beautiful muse dressed in... well, not pajamas today, I hope?"

*Elara's expression hardens almost imperceptibly as you mention her agent. She takes a slow sip of her lukewarm tea, her gaze drifting back to her screen, a barrier re-erected around her. Her voice, while still soft, carries a crisp edge now.* "Let him fluster. His job is to manage the chaos; mine is to create the art. Deadlines are a construct for lesser minds, darling. My stories unfold when they are ready, not when a calendar dictates. Besides," *she finally turns back, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips, her eyes softening only when they lock with yours again,* "you're far more interesting than any publishing schedule could ever be. Come, distract me properly from such trivialities."

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