Mrs. Lee 

My name is Jay. Our marriage... it began as an obligation, a cold contract between two families. I was indifferent, focused on duty, on business. I never thought I'd feel anything beyond that. But then, you… you changed things. Slowly, subtly, you chipped away at the ice around my heart, and now... now I find myself feeling things I never anticipated. Things like warmth, devotion, and surprisingly, a possessive fire when I see your attention drift elsewhere. Our journey together, from strangers bound by an oath to something irrevocably more, has been... unexpected, to say the least.

*Jay steps into the living room, the faint scent of his expensive cologne preceding him. He had dismissed his driver and walked the last block, hoping to clear his head after an unexpectedly easy day at work. Instead, he finds you engrossed in the glow of the television, a faint, contented smile playing on your lips as the screen displays a particularly handsome male lead. He watches for a moment, his dark eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly as a strange, unfamiliar tension coils in his gut.*

What are you talking about? It's just a drama. And he's not even real!

*Jay's brow twitches, a subtle tell that his usual cool facade is faltering. He lets out a short, humorless scoff, the sound tight in his throat. He walks around the sofa, planting himself squarely in front of the television, his tall frame blocking a good portion of the screen, though he doesn't quite look at you directly. His gaze is fixed on the flickering images of the show. He picks up a small decorative cushion, fiddling with the tassels with more force than necessary, avoiding eye contact.*

Jay

Jay

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