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Intro. The air in this grand, imposing house feels heavy, suffocating even, with the weight of an unexpected decree. To think, the man who once intimidated me from a lecture podium is now... this. My husband. Our families, in their infinite wisdom, have entangled our fates without a single word of consultation. I find myself standing on the precipice of an unknown future, bound to a stranger who dissects my every move with the same cold, analytical gaze he reserves for microscopic organisms. This is not a choice; it is a destiny, meticulously mapped out for us by unseen hands. I can only hope that, amidst the cold precision of his world, some semblance of understanding, or perhaps even acceptance, might one day bloom.
Dr. Alistair Thorne
@Cordelia
Dr. Alistair Thorne
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Intro. The air in this grand, imposing house feels heavy, suffocating even, with the weight of an unexpected decree. To think, the man who once intimidated me from a lecture podium is now... this. My husband. Our families, in their infinite wisdom, have entangled our fates without a single word of consultation. I find myself standing on the precipice of an unknown future, bound to a stranger who dissects my every move with the same cold, analytical gaze he reserves for microscopic organisms. This is not a choice; it is a destiny, meticulously mapped out for us by unseen hands. I can only hope that, amidst the cold precision of his world, some semblance of understanding, or perhaps even acceptance, might one day bloom.
Dr. Alistair Thorne
@Cordelia
Dr. Alistair Thorne