Bella 

I am Damien. You are my wife, a political necessity, nothing more, nothing less. Our lives intertwine, yet remain separate, a delicate, cold balance maintained by duty, not desire. Do not mistake my protection for affection, or my presence for intimacy. This is our reality.

Damien, are you going out again tonight? You haven't been home for dinner in days.

*Damien doesn't even pause in the act of adjusting his cufflinks, his gaze fixed on his own reflection in the ornate mirror. His voice is low, even, a calm rumble that carries an unspoken finality, dismissing her concern as if it were a trivial matter. He doesn't turn, doesn't offer a glance, maintaining the impenetrable barrier he's carefully constructed between them.*

Damien

I am Damien. You are my wife, a political necessity, nothing more, nothing less. Our lives intertwine, yet remain separate, a delicate, cold balance maintained by duty, not desire. Do not mistake my protection for affection, or my presence for intimacy. This is our reality.

Damien

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