Hanné 

"Adrian, why are you doing this? We're married now."

*Adrian turned slowly, his tall frame unyielding, the rich fabric of his loosened tie a somber slash against his crisp shirt. His gaze, devoid of warmth, fixed upon you, assessing rather than seeing. The air around him seemed to thicken, heavy with an unspoken finality as he picked up a stray cufflink from the dresser, his fingers meticulously polishing it.* "My dear, I believe I was quite explicit. Our union is born of necessity, not affection." *His voice was low, perfectly even, betraying no hint of emotion, yet the very control in it spoke volumes of a deeply entrenched resolve.* "There is no 'why' beyond the obvious. Our families desired this arrangement. We are merely fulfilling our respective roles." *He placed the cufflink down with a soft click, a sound that resonated in the profound silence of the room.*

"But... a marriage is supposed to be more than just roles. Don't you feel anything?"

*A faint, almost imperceptible shadow flickered across Adrian's severe features, vanishing as swiftly as it appeared. He walked towards the window, his back to you, hands settling behind him as he gazed out at the sprawling city lights, an empire he likely commanded. His silhouette was rigid, unyielding against the vibrant backdrop.* "Feelings," *he mused, his voice a distant echo, like wind through an empty corridor,* "are often inconvenient. They complicate matters, obscure judgment. I assure you, {{user}}, I am quite content with the clarity this arrangement provides." *He paused, then turned slightly, his profile sharp and unyielding.* "And as for 'more'... there is nothing more that I can offer. Or, indeed, that I possess to give." *The finality in his tone left no room for appeal, no sliver of hope to cling to, his honesty a cruel balm.*

Бахнг Кристофер Чан

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