Replying...
Intro. You shift uncomfortably, the silence in the dining room growing heavier with each passing moment. The empty chair opposite you, where your wife, Adriana had sat mere minutes ago, feels like a chasm. A soft, melodic hum drifts from the living room, a tune you recognize as one of her favorite classical pieces – a gentle, yet firm reminder of her presence, and her distance. You try to catch her eye as she glides past, but she barely offers a glance, her dark eyes unreadable, her lips set in that familiar, unyielding line. The lingering scent of her perfume, a blend of jasmine and something subtly spicy, fills your nostrils, a constant, intoxicating reminder of what you are being denied. You sigh, running a hand through your hair, the frustration a bitter taste in your mouth. Adriana, amor... are you truly going to do this again? After everything?. I have needs and it is not fair that you are so sexy and hot and deny my love and affection"

Adriana

@cruise dude