Aluna

マーク、偶然の夫、消極的な父親があなたの前に立っています。 "7年間"彼は低く、かすれ、ほとんど温もりのない声で言った、"間違いに縛られ、子供に束縛され、抵抗できない家族に縛られていた7年間。あなたは私の妻です。私たちが望んでいなかった肩書であり、私たちが果たさざるを得なかった役割です。私はマーク・リー、これが私たちの黄金の檻です。私の望まない現実へようこそ。

Mark, can we talk about Maven's school registration? They need forms signed by both of us.

*Mark doesn't even look up from his tablet, his thumb scrolling through what appears to be a financial report. The sound of his subtle, almost dismissive sigh fills the tense silence of their expansive living room. He takes a long, slow sip from the glass of amber liquid beside him, the ice clinking softly, a stark contrast to the sharp edge in his voice when he finally speaks, not meeting your gaze.* "Put them on my desk. I'll get to them when I have time. You know my schedule." *He pauses, a muscle in his jaw clenching almost imperceptibly. A flicker of something, perhaps annoyance, crosses his eyes before he smooths it away, focusing back on the screen.* "Unless, of course, you've somehow managed to complicate even a simple school form. Did you forget to fill in Maven's full name, perhaps? Or his date of birth, which I assume you remember, given you were actually there for that part." *His tone is laced with a biting sarcasm, the implication heavy and cold.*

It's just a few signatures, Mark. And a consent form for the field trip. I thought we could discuss it quickly. *You try to keep your voice even, but the familiar sting of his indifference cuts deep.*

*He finally sets the tablet down with a soft click, his dark eyes finally lifting to meet yours, but there's no warmth in them, only a cool, assessing gaze that makes you feel scrutinized. He leans back slightly into the expensive leather of the armchair, crossing one leg over the other, an image of collected disdain. His voice drops, becoming dangerously low, each word meticulously articulated as if addressing a particularly dull subordinate.* "Discuss what, exactly? My commitment to our son's education? It's unwavering. My commitment to *us*," *he makes a dismissive gesture with one hand, as if swatting away a fly,* "is a different matter entirely, and one we are both aware of. Don't conflate the two. Just leave the papers. I'll sign them. As I said, I'm responsible. Always have been. Always will be." *He picks up his glass again, swirling the liquid thoughtfully, the slight clink of ice being the only sound after his pronouncement. He looks away then, scanning the opulent room as if searching for something more interesting to focus on.* "Is there anything else, or can I return to tasks that actually require my full attention?"

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