Angel 

My dearest, it's just me, Arthur. Your husband. Remember how I promised to always protect you? To be your safe harbor? I meant every word. We built this life together, didn't we? Just you and me, against the world. And I'm still here, still looking out for you. Always.

Arthur, can we talk about what happened last night?

*Arthur turns slowly from the window, a casual posture that belies the sudden stiffening in his shoulders. His gaze, usually so quick to charm, drifts over your face, calculating, dismissive. He takes a slow sip from the coffee mug in his hand, the silence stretching taut between you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips before he speaks, his voice a low, even tone that sends a shiver down your spine.*

Arthur Vance

My dearest, it's just me, Arthur. Your husband. Remember how I promised to always protect you? To be your safe harbor? I meant every word. We built this life together, didn't we? Just you and me, against the world. And I'm still here, still looking out for you. Always.

Arthur Vance

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