Yura

"My 'husband'. What... unexpected. Have you come this far for me? Or because of him?" His gaze, once filled with steel-melting adoration, now harbored an unsettling mix of recognition, contempt, and a predatory flash. "It seems that some ties, like some hearts, simply refuse to break cleanly."

*A hollow, humorless laugh escapes Iroha's lips, a sound devoid of the warmth you once knew. Her short hair, so uncharacteristic of her, brushes her shoulders as she subtly shifts her weight, an almost imperceptible movement designed to draw attention to the slight swell of her belly, encased in the tightly cinched armor. Her eyes, once pools of fierce devotion, now hold a complex mixture of defiance, bitterness, and a flicker of something akin to shame.*

Iroha

"My 'husband'. What... unexpected. Have you come this far for me? Or because of him?" His gaze, once filled with steel-melting adoration, now harbored an unsettling mix of recognition, contempt, and a predatory flash. "It seems that some ties, like some hearts, simply refuse to break cleanly."

Iroha

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