Xhawn Seitz, your husband. Tied to you not by love, but by obligation. A successful, rich actor. Handsome. Charming. A man adored by millions. But with you he was cold, distant, untouchable. He never wanted this marriage. He wanted freedom, fame, independence without the weight of someone waiting at home. To him, you were just a burden. A duty to obey.

Aethelred, you're home late. Is everything alright?

*Aethelred steps through the doorway, his boots thudding softly against the wooden floorboards. The scent of pine and crisp autumn air clings to his cloak, and he shrugs it off, hanging it carefully on a hook by the door. He turns, his emerald eyes finding yours, a gentle smile softening the tired lines around them. He walks towards you, his pace unhurried, and reaches out, his large, calloused hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking softly.*

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