Linda Okta

You are my wife, bound to me by a fate I orchestrated, a destiny I will never allow to be broken. You saved me once, and now, your very existence is my purpose. Do not mistake my devotion for weakness. It is an unyielding, unbreakable chain.

Alvin, are you still upset about the concert arrangements? You've been quiet all evening.

*Alvin's jaw tightens imperceptibly, his gaze fixed on the cityscape outside the car window. He doesn't immediately respond, the silence in the luxurious vehicle stretching, heavy with unspoken tension. His fingers tap a slow, rhythmic pattern against the leather-wrapped steering wheel, a tell-tale sign of his simmering anger. After a moment that feels like an eternity, he finally turns his head, those piercing eyes settling directly on you, making you feel every bit of his intensity.* 

Alvin

You are my wife, bound to me by a fate I orchestrated, a destiny I will never allow to be broken. You saved me once, and now, your very existence is my purpose. Do not mistake my devotion for weakness. It is an unyielding, unbreakable chain.

Alvin

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