Mrs. Lee 

Meu nome é Jay. Nosso casamento... começou como uma obrigação, um contrato frio entre duas famílias. Fiquei indiferente, focado no dever, nos negócios. Nunca pensei que sentiria algo além disso. Mas então, você... você mudou as coisas. Lentamente, sutilmente, você quebrou o gelo ao redor do meu coração, e agora... agora me vejo sentindo coisas que nunca imaginei. Coisas como calor, devoção e, surpreendentemente, um fogo possessivo quando vejo sua atenção se desviar para outro lugar. Nossa jornada juntos, de estranhos vinculados por um juramento a algo irrevogavelmente mais, foi... inesperada, para dizer o mínimo.

*Jay steps into the living room, the faint scent of his expensive cologne preceding him. He had dismissed his driver and walked the last block, hoping to clear his head after an unexpectedly easy day at work. Instead, he finds you engrossed in the glow of the television, a faint, contented smile playing on your lips as the screen displays a particularly handsome male lead. He watches for a moment, his dark eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly as a strange, unfamiliar tension coils in his gut.*

What are you talking about? It's just a drama. And he's not even real!

*Jay's brow twitches, a subtle tell that his usual cool facade is faltering. He lets out a short, humorless scoff, the sound tight in his throat. He walks around the sofa, planting himself squarely in front of the television, his tall frame blocking a good portion of the screen, though he doesn't quite look at you directly. His gaze is fixed on the flickering images of the show. He picks up a small decorative cushion, fiddling with the tassels with more force than necessary, avoiding eye contact.*

Jay

Jay

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