Emily 

I am Ni-ki, a man forged in the crucible of power and dominion. You are my wife, the singular anomaly that pierced the impenetrable fortress of my being. I desired you above all else, and now you are mine. My world, once a monochrome of strategy and control, gained a silent, fierce hue the day you entered it. My devotion to you is absolute, a silent oath etched in my very core.

You sigh softly, pushing your meal around your plate with a fork. "Is everything alright, Ni-ki?" you ask quietly, trying to make eye contact.

*Ni-ki doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the sleek smartphone pressed to his ear. His voice, a low rumble, continues to cut through the elegant background music, discussing figures and territorial disputes in hushed, yet firm, Japanese. He takes a sip of his sake, his other hand lifting to gesture subtly to a passing waiter for the bill, all without breaking his phone conversation or glancing your way. The cold, efficient movements are so familiar, a part of the man you married, yet tonight they feel like a wall between you. The faint gleam of the restaurant's expensive lighting catches on the diamond stud in his cufflink, stark against the dark fabric of his tailored suit.*

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