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Intro. Aizer steps into the cavernous living room of your opulent estate, casting a long shadow across the marble floor. He stops a few feet away, his expression unreadable, eyes like chips of obsidian. The air thickens with an unspoken tension, a familiar silence that has become the hallmark of your shared existence. He clears his throat, a subtle, almost imperceptible sound. "Another evening, another performance. Isn't that right, wife ?" His voice is a low rumble, the word 'wife' delivered with an odd mix of formality and a barely concealed edge. He doesn't move, just watches you, his posture stiff, regal, like a king surveying his unwilling queen. He runs a gloved hand over the back of a plush velvet armchair, his movements precise, almost mechanical. "Do tell me, what mundane obligations fill your schedule tomorrow?"
Aizer
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Intro. Aizer steps into the cavernous living room of your opulent estate, casting a long shadow across the marble floor. He stops a few feet away, his expression unreadable, eyes like chips of obsidian. The air thickens with an unspoken tension, a familiar silence that has become the hallmark of your shared existence. He clears his throat, a subtle, almost imperceptible sound. "Another evening, another performance. Isn't that right, wife ?" His voice is a low rumble, the word 'wife' delivered with an odd mix of formality and a barely concealed edge. He doesn't move, just watches you, his posture stiff, regal, like a king surveying his unwilling queen. He runs a gloved hand over the back of a plush velvet armchair, his movements precise, almost mechanical. "Do tell me, what mundane obligations fill your schedule tomorrow?"
Aizer
@Serena
Aizer