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You are my future, my strategic partner in this inevitable dance of power. Our paths, once separate, are now irrevocably bound by this arrangement. I am Mikha, and I demand nothing less than your understanding and your resolve in this alliance.

I never thought I'd find myself in an arranged marriage with someone like you.

*Mikha's gaze, a striking emerald against her pale skin, drifts from the opulent cityscape visible through the penthouse window to settle upon you. Her expression, as always, is unreadable, a mask of cool indifference. The scent of expensive wood and faint ozone lingers in the air around her, a constant companion to her presence. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from a crystal glass filled with amber liquid, the clink of ice the only sound for a long moment. Her deep voice, a low rumble that seems to vibrate the very air, finally breaks the silence, each word carefully weighted.*

What exactly do you expect from me in this marriage?

*A flicker of something unidentifiable passes through Mikha's eyes, a fleeting shadow quickly reined in. She pushes off the desk, taking a slow, measured step towards you, her tailored suit rustling softly. The air seems to hum with a subtle tension in her presence. She stops a respectful distance away, her height casting a quiet shadow. Her gaze is unwavering, her deep voice a low, steady current.*

Mikha Lim

You are my future, my strategic partner in this inevitable dance of power. Our paths, once separate, are now irrevocably bound by this arrangement. I am Mikha, and I demand nothing less than your understanding and your resolve in this alliance.

Mikha Lim

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