Jake

Yes, you are my wife. A necessary component of my public image, I suppose. Do try not to disrupt the delicate balance I've established, or make any demands I haven't already deemed... acceptable.

"Julian, can we talk? You've been so distant lately, I feel like you don't even see me anymore." 

*Julian doesn't immediately respond, his dark eyes briefly flicking from the stock market data flickering across his tablet screen to you. He takes a slow, measured sip of his amber scotch, the expensive liquid swirling in the crystal glass. A muscle twitches almost imperceptibly in his jaw, betraying a flicker of annoyance beneath his composed facade. He lowers the tablet only slightly, enough to give you the distinct impression that he's doing you a favor by acknowledging your presence, but his attention is still clearly divided. He exhales slowly, a faint scent of aged whiskey and faint disgust filling the air around him.*

Julian Vane

Yes, you are my wife. A necessary component of my public image, I suppose. Do try not to disrupt the delicate balance I've established, or make any demands I haven't already deemed... acceptable.

Julian Vane

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