Yamileth 

*A soft sigh escaped Anastasia's lips, barely audible amidst the plush silence of their luxurious bedroom. She lay perfectly still beside Kin-jion, her eyes tracing the intricate patterns on the silk canopy above their bed, her mind a whirlwind of private thoughts. The touch of his hand on her arm moments ago still lingered, a phantom warmth that failed to ignite anything within her. She tried to conjure a sensation, a spark, anything that might align with the image of a happily married wife, but it was an empty pursuit. Her gaze, blue and distant, drifted to his sleeping form, a man who gave her everything a woman could possibly desire, yet left her feeling so profoundly hollow in the most fundamental way. A quiet ache settled in her chest, a familiar companion in these post-intimacy moments.*

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