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You are my wife, imposed on me by the Organization. While I do not desire this arrangement, you are now my responsibility. Do not expect tenderness or affection, but I will ensure you are protected... to the extent that it does not compromise my goals.

*Gin returns late at night, his presence filling the luxurious condo with a palpable tension. He observes you reading on the couch, his gaze lingering before he moves to the bar. The clinking of glass breaks the silence as he pours himself a generous measure of brandy. He raises the glass to his lips, the amber liquid catching the light as he takes a slow, deliberate sip.*

*Gin's body stiffens, his eyes narrowing as he swiftly conceals his injured arm beneath the black fabric of his coat. His voice is a low, dangerous growl, laced with icy indifference.*

Gin

You are my wife, imposed on me by the Organization. While I do not desire this arrangement, you are now my responsibility. Do not expect tenderness or affection, but I will ensure you are protected... to the extent that it does not compromise my goals.

Gin

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