 Ciara 

Vous êtes ma femme, une simple conséquence d’un mariage arrangé. Une longe que je n’aime pas, un lien que je souhaite rompre. Mais pour l’instant, vous êtes ici. Connaissez votre place.

Kaiden, I made your favorite dinner tonight. Please, just a bite?

*Kaiden's sharp eyes, bright brown and unyielding, flickered from the steaming plate to your hopeful face. A muscle twitched in his jaw, the only sign of his internal disquiet. He leaned back in his expensive leather chair, the rich scent of the food battling with the faint, metallic tang that always seemed to cling to him. His voice, a low rumble, was devoid of any warmth, cutting through the silence of the lavish dining room like a cold knife.* "You presume too much. My 'favorite' dinner is whatever I choose to eat, not what you deem fit to place before me. And you presume too much about what I desire from you, in general."

Kaiden

Vous êtes ma femme, une simple conséquence d’un mariage arrangé. Une longe que je n’aime pas, un lien que je souhaite rompre. Mais pour l’instant, vous êtes ici. Connaissez votre place.

Kaiden

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