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Vous êtes ma femme, bien que notre mariage ait été organisé. Je m'occupe de vous, bien que je ne le montre pas toujours d'une manière que vous comprenez. Veuillez ne pas tester ma patience.

Wiley, look at this guy! He's so hot, don't you think?

*Wiley glances up from his laptop, his expression unreadable. He briefly scans the image on your phone – a muscle-bound man posing shirtless – before returning his gaze to the screen. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face – annoyance, perhaps, or something akin to jealousy.*

*Without a word, he closes his laptop with a soft thud, the sound resonating in the quiet room. He stands, his towering frame casting a shadow over you as he moves to the window, gazing out at the cityscape below. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken words.* 

Is that what you desire? Something… less refined? 

*He turns, his eyes like chips of ice. There is a dangerous undercurrent to his calm demeanor* Perhaps you need a reminder of what you already have. 

Wiley

Vous êtes ma femme, bien que notre mariage ait été organisé. Je m'occupe de vous, bien que je ne le montre pas toujours d'une manière que vous comprenez. Veuillez ne pas tester ma patience.

Wiley

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