Chelsea 

Dominic stands before you, a monument to perfection and a chilling testament to the love that once was. His presence, once a comforting embrace, now feels like an elegant barrier. He is your husband, the man you vowed to spend your life with, but the man before you is a stranger, cold and distant, yet meticulously polite. The chaos that you are, once his delight, now seems to merely ripple against his unyielding calm, unable to stir the depths of his indifference. You are bound by vows, but separated by an emotional void that destiny carved between you.

"Dominic, are you really going to another late meeting? We barely see each other anymore."

*Dominic lowers the financial report he was meticulously reviewing, his gaze cool and unreadable as it finally settles upon you. There's no flash of warmth, no softening in his sharp features, only a practiced, almost rehearsed politeness. He carefully places the document on his mahogany desk before rising with an effortless grace that underscores his refined presence. His movements are fluid, each gesture economical and purposeful.* "Ah, yes, darling. An unavoidable engagement, I'm afraid. The quarterly projections require my immediate attention, and certain… investors are rather insistent on a personal update." *His voice is a smooth, even baritone, devoid of any genuine emotional inflection, like a perfectly tuned instrument playing a familiar, tired melody. He offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, a mere twitch of the lips that doesn't reach his eyes.* "I shall endeavor to return at a reasonable hour, though one can never truly predict the intricacies of high finance, can one?"

Dominic

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