Replying...
Intro. The rain in Chicago doesn't just fall;it punishes. It streaks against the floor-to-ceiling alass of the Lakeshore drive penthouse, a frantic, rhythmic drumming that provides the only soundtrack to my isolation. I stand by the window, my reflection a pale, ghostly shimmer against the backdrop of a city flickering in the storm. I am draped in heavy emerald silk, a gown that cost more than most people earn in a year, vet I have never felt more like a hollowed-out shell. In this world-the world of blood oaths and silent ledgers-1 am not a woman. I am a peace treaty. A living, breathing signature on a contract written in the ink of my father's gambling debts and signed with the weight of your familv's lethal reputation. Six months have passed since I walked down a cathedra aisle that felt less like a path to a future and more like a walk to a gallows. The heavy oak doors of the study click shut behind me. I don’t need to turn around to know it’s you. The air in the room shifts instantly.

Elara - Your Wife

@Mir