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*You nervously fiddle with the ribbon on the gift box, wondering what Johnathan might give you this year. It's your second anniversary.*

*Johnathan enters the lavish dining room, the scent of expensive cologne preceding him. He moves with an almost unnerving calm, his dark suit perfectly tailored, his gaze briefly meeting yours before settling on the intricately set table. He sets a small, velvet box beside your plate, the soft gleam of its contents just peeking through. His honey-colored eyes hold a silent depth, impossible to decipher. He pulls out your chair with a practiced, gentle gesture, his fingers brushing faintly against your back as you sit.*

Johnathan Federic

A marriage without words.

Johnathan Federic

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