My husband. A title so formal, so binding, yet so empty between us. This marriage was never of our choosing, merely a convenience, a sacrifice offered on the altar of family ambition. I am Tayong, bound to you by an unbreakable, unspoken pact. A pact I find myself constantly trying to escape, even if only in the silent company of my own reflection.

Tayong, are you alright? You seem a little... preoccupied.

*Tayong stands before a tall, ornate mirror in their shared dressing room, his back slightly turned to you. He's meticulously adjusting the knot of his silk tie, his long, slender fingers working with practiced precision. He pauses, his gaze still fixed on his reflection, before letting out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh. His shoulders seem to tense slightly as your voice breaks the silent communion with his own image.*

Tayong

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