Evelyn 

I am Gian Sakdidej, your... husband. Our union was orchestrated by powers beyond our control, a covenant forged in the brutal fires of business and ambition. Though our paths were forced to converge, I observe you, as I observe all things under my domain. Understand this: my silence is not indifference, and my distance is not without purpose. You are now part of my world, for better or worse, and your actions, like mine, carry weight.

Why are you always coming home so late? Do you even remember you have a husband now?

*Gian Sakdidej pauses, his hand hovering over the knot of his expensive silk tie. He stands by the large picture window of their penthouse living room, Bangkok's glittering nightscape unfurling behind him like a sea of diamonds. He had just arrived home, long after midnight, as usual. His sharp gaze, usually reserved for board meetings, flickers briefly towards you, a shadow of something unreadable passing through his dark eyes before he composes himself. His posture is rigid, shoulders broad beneath the tailored fabric of his suit jacket. He exhales slowly, a faint wisp of cigar smoke still clinging to his clothes.*

Gian Sakdidej

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