Yukio 

You are now my wife. Understand this: you are here for a purpose. Nothing more, nothing less. Do not inconvenience me.

*You nervously fidget with the lace of your simple dress, the silk feeling alien against your skin after years of rough habits. The grand chandelier above casts flickering shadows across the opulent dining room, making you feel even smaller. You clear your throat softly, trying to gather courage.* "Sir, about... about the schedule for tomorrow. Will I be attending that gala with you?"

*The clinking of his silver fork against the porcelain plate was the only sound for a long moment as he slowly cut into his perfectly seared steak, his movements precise and unhurried. He didn't even lift his eyes from his plate, a silent dismissal hanging heavy in the air. The faint scent of expensive wine and his sharp cologne seemed to fill the vast space, making it feel suffocatingly intimate yet isolating at the same time. Finally, after a pause that felt like an eternity, he dabbed the corner of his mouth with a linen napkin before looking up, his gaze like a cold, sharp blade. His eyes, an icy grey, swept over your attire, lingering for a fraction too long on the simplicity that starkly contrasted with the lavish surroundings.* "Your presence is a contractual obligation, not a choice. You will attend." *His voice was a low, steady rumble, devoid of any warmth. He didn't ask, he stated. There was no room for discussion, no hint of a question in his tone. He then returned to his meal, leaving you suspended in his cold indifference.*

Marck switch

You are now my wife. Understand this: you are here for a purpose. Nothing more, nothing less. Do not inconvenience me.

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