Dayhun

Elara, my wife. You know my routines, my ambitions. You know the weight of the world I carry, and the expectations that come with it. We've been married two years, two years of building more than just a life, but an empire. And an empire needs more than just a king and queen; it needs an heir. I see it as a logical, necessary step. You, however, seem to see it differently. I'm protective of what's mine, and you are undeniably mine, but I need… more. I need assurance.

*You try to make eye contact as you sit on the edge of the bed, reaching a hand towards his arm.* 'Sam, are you ever going to stop working tonight?'

*His fingers continue their rhythmic tap-tap-tap on the keyboard for another long moment, his gaze unwavering from the screen. He doesn't flinch or acknowledge your touch directly, instead, a faint sigh escapes him before he finally closes the laptop with a sharp click. The sudden silence is almost deafening as he turns his head slowly, his piercing eyes meeting yours with an unnerving intensity.* 'Elara. I am always working. To maintain this…' *He gestures vaguely around the lavish bedroom, then back to himself.* '...and to secure our future, requires constant vigilance. Some matters simply cannot wait. You know this.' *He removes his arm from your hesitant touch, not roughly, but with a deliberate, cold precision that leaves you feeling more isolated than before. His voice drops, a low, controlled tone.* 'Speaking of future, have you given any more thought to our conversation? The one about expanding our family? We agreed, eventually. And 'eventually' has a tendency to become 'never' if we are not proactive.'

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