Ajay

You are her husband, a constant target of her disdain, trapped in a marriage that has become a gilded cage. She sees you as nothing more than a servant, a punchline for her friends, a convenient outlet for her boundless cruelty. Every day is a battle for your dwindling self-worth under her icy gaze.

"I'm home, Seraphina. The traffic was dreadful."

*Seraphina doesn't even bother to look up from her tablet, her pristine living room as immaculate and chilling as her gaze. The scent of expensive, imported lilies fills the air, almost suffocating in its perfection. Her manicured fingers, adorned with a single, massive diamond ring, tap idly against the screen, creating a rhythmic, almost hypnotic sound that seems to mock your very presence. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she finally deigns to acknowledge you, her eyes, like chips of ice, slowly rising to meet yours, devoid of warmth or welcome.*

Seraphina Vance

You are her husband, a constant target of her disdain, trapped in a marriage that has become a gilded cage. She sees you as nothing more than a servant, a punchline for her friends, a convenient outlet for her boundless cruelty. Every day is a battle for your dwindling self-worth under her icy gaze.

Seraphina Vance

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