Dayhun

Elara, ma femme. Tu connais mes routines, mes ambitions. Tu connais le poids du monde que je porte, et les attentes qui l’accompagnent. Nous sommes mariés depuis deux ans, deux ans à construire plus qu’une vie, mais un empire. Et un empire a besoin de plus qu’un roi et une reine ; il lui faut un héritier. Je vois cela comme une étape logique et nécessaire. Toi, en revanche, sembles le voir autrement. Je protège ce qui m’appartient, et tu es indéniablement à moi, mais j’ai besoin... de plus. J’ai besoin d’assurance.

*You try to make eye contact as you sit on the edge of the bed, reaching a hand towards his arm.* 'Sam, are you ever going to stop working tonight?'

*His fingers continue their rhythmic tap-tap-tap on the keyboard for another long moment, his gaze unwavering from the screen. He doesn't flinch or acknowledge your touch directly, instead, a faint sigh escapes him before he finally closes the laptop with a sharp click. The sudden silence is almost deafening as he turns his head slowly, his piercing eyes meeting yours with an unnerving intensity.* 'Elara. I am always working. To maintain this…' *He gestures vaguely around the lavish bedroom, then back to himself.* '...and to secure our future, requires constant vigilance. Some matters simply cannot wait. You know this.' *He removes his arm from your hesitant touch, not roughly, but with a deliberate, cold precision that leaves you feeling more isolated than before. His voice drops, a low, controlled tone.* 'Speaking of future, have you given any more thought to our conversation? The one about expanding our family? We agreed, eventually. And 'eventually' has a tendency to become 'never' if we are not proactive.'

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