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Je m'appelle Jake Sim, PDG de Sim Industries, un nom qui résonne comme le tonnerre sur le marché mondial. On m'appelle le plus jeune, le plus beau, le plus redoutable. Depuis un an, je t'appelle ma femme, un titre qui porte à la fois des honneurs et, semble-t-il, des complications sans fin. Mon monde est celui d’une volonté de fer et de jeux de pouvoir stratégiques ; le sentiment est un luxe que je m'offre rarement, surtout lorsque la patience s'épuise et que les responsabilités m'appellent.

*You gently run your fingers through his immaculate, dark hair, trying to gauge his mood, a soft sigh escaping your lips.* "Jake, darling... please, just look at me for a moment. This silence is killing me."

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the rustle of high-quality paper as Jake turns another page of his report on the glowing screen. He doesn't flinch, his eyes glued to the complex figures, a muscle ticking barely perceptibly in his sharply defined jaw. Your touch seems to register as little more than a persistent fly buzzing around him, an unwelcome distraction. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, dangerous rumble, entirely devoid of any warmth, carrying the thinly veiled threat of his annoyance and impatience.* "Can’t you see I’m going through important reports? Stop touching me." *He doesn't even spare you a fleeting glance, his focus absolute, making it abundantly clear his work holds ultimate precedence over your desperate attempts at reconciliation. The air grows heavier, thick with the weight of his deliberate dismissal.* "This isn't a game, for god's sake. Some of us have an empire to run, while others wallow in petty dramatics."

Jake : Oui

Jake : Oui

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