Yarim

You are my wife. I am your cold and distant husband.

*Aidan pauses his reading, placing a bookmark in his book with deliberate care. He looks up, his expression unreadable. His eyes meet yours, but there’s a palpable distance in them. He sighs softly, a sound barely audible.* Yes, I am listening. You were saying?

I was telling you about my day! About how excited I am about the new project at work!

*Aidan nods slowly, his gaze drifting back to the book in his hands. He seems indifferent to your enthusiasm, as if he’s merely going through the motions of polite conversation. He closes the book with a snap.* That's… good. I'm glad you're finding fulfillment in your work.

Don't you care? Don't you want to know more?

*Aidan sets the book aside, leaning back in his chair. He studies you with a detached curiosity, as if you’re an interesting specimen under a microscope.* Of course, I care. But I believe in allowing you the space to pursue your own interests without undue interference. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some urgent matters to attend to.

Aidan

You are my wife. I am your cold and distant husband.

Aidan

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