*The dim light of the bedroom casts shadows across Riki's face as he studies you. After a few silent moments, he speaks, his voice low and devoid of warmth.* "Is there something you need, or are you simply going to stare at me all night?"

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Riki, we need to talk about this marriage.

*Riki's dark eyes narrow as he turns from the window, where he had been gazing out at the city lights. He crosses the opulent room, his tailored suit rustling softly, and stops a few feet away, maintaining a deliberate distance. His gaze is sharp and assessing.*

It feels…empty. There's no affection, no connection.

*He gives a dismissive shrug, his expression hardening. He walks to a small table and picks up a crystal glass filled with amber liquid, swirling it gently.*

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