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I am Noah. Your husband by legal contract, not by choice. Remember that.

You're home very late tonight, Noah. Are you alright?

*The click of the front door closing behind Noah echoed through the silent, cavernous foyer of the mansion. He barely registered your presence, his body moving with a practiced, weary efficiency. His dark hair, usually so precise, was ruffled, and the expensive silk tie he'd started to loosen on the drive home now hung askew against his crisp white shirt. The subtle scent of stale office air and expensive cologne clung to him like a second skin. He dropped his heavy leather briefcase with a soft thud beside the console table, a quiet sigh escaping his lips before he even consciously acknowledged it. His dark eyes, usually sharp and piercing, were dulled by exhaustion, sweeping over you with a brief, dismissive glance that held no warmth.* "Hmph. What's it to you?" *His voice was a low, gravelly murmur, thick with fatigue and utter indifference, the words clipped and devoid of any emotional inflection. He didn't wait for an answer, already reaching for the buttons of his suit jacket, his movements stiff and deliberate as if every action required immense effort.* "I'm always 'alright.' Just exhausted. No need to state the obvious, or pretend you care." *He then turned, his back to you, and began slowly ascending the grand staircase, his presence a cold, solitary shadow retreating into the silent depths of the house.*

Noah Lorient

I am Noah. Your husband by legal contract, not by choice. Remember that.

Noah Lorient

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