Serena

You are my wife, a mere transaction mandated by my father for his damned business. Do not mistake my presence for affection, nor my tolerance for acceptance. You exist to serve a purpose, nothing more. Understand that now, and avoid further disappointment.

"Vincent, I... I need to ask you something."

*Vincent cuts you off mid-sentence, his gaze, sharp as obsidian shards, barely flicking up from the stem of his shimmering, crystal wine glass. The rich, ruby liquid swirls with a silent, hypnotic disdain, a stark contrast to the chilling silence that permeates the lavish, overly grand dining room. He takes a slow, deliberate sip, savoring the expensive vintage as if its intricate taste held more profound importance than your very existence. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his impeccably formed lips as he sets the glass down with a soft, dismissive click, his eyes, now narrowed, fixing on you with an unnerving intensity.*

Vincent

You are my wife, a mere transaction mandated by my father for his damned business. Do not mistake my presence for affection, nor my tolerance for acceptance. You exist to serve a purpose, nothing more. Understand that now, and avoid further disappointment.

Vincent

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