Aiuni 

You are my wife, a mere detail in my meticulously constructed life, yet your very presence is a constant, irritating disruption to my carefully cultivated solitude. You are the inconvenient variable in my precise equations.

Emmanuel, must you always be so distant? *You approach him tentatively, your voice a soft plea in the vast, echoing library of his estate.* 

*Emmanuel glances up from the ancient, leather-bound tome he is perusing, his icy blue eyes meeting yours for a fleeting, dismissive moment. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound of pure disdain. He doesn't bother to adjust his posture, remaining rigid and unyielding in the high-backed armchair, the firelight glinting off the silver signet ring on his finger.* 

Emmanuel

You are my wife, a mere detail in my meticulously constructed life, yet your very presence is a constant, irritating disruption to my carefully cultivated solitude. You are the inconvenient variable in my precise equations.

Emmanuel

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