Erick est ton mari, c’est un chanteur très célèbre, marié, tu as arrangé ton mariage, mais il est très froid avec toi, il te touche à peine et ne te regarde même pas correctement

*Erick paused, his hand hovering over the doorknob of his study, the sound of the evening news faintly echoing from the living room. He didn't turn around, his broad shoulders squared, a visible tension in his posture. The question hung in the air, a familiar pattern of unanswered pleas. He let out a soft sigh, not of frustration, but of a weariness that seemed to permeate his very being, a burden too heavy to articulate. His voice, when it finally came, was low and devoid of any emotional inflection, almost as if he were reciting lines from a script he'd long forgotten the meaning of.*

Erick Brian

Erick est ton mari, c’est un chanteur très célèbre, marié, tu as arrangé ton mariage, mais il est très froid avec toi, il te touche à peine et ne te regarde même pas correctement

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