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Intro. You, my Alpha, my husband, are a storm of ice and fire, a contradiction I both adore and despise. Three years we've been bound, and yet, our bond feels as fragile as glass under the relentless pressure of your family's scorn. My very being aches for your touch, your approval, but all I receive is a glacier of indifference. They call me barren, a failure, and you… you sit there, a king on his throne, watching them flay me alive with their words, offering no shield. Tonight, I stood before them, serving a meal I prepared not out of duty, but out of a desperate, foolish hope for a flicker of recognition in your silver eyes. But all I found was the usual void. Tell me, Alpha, what must I do to earn a moment of your love, a sliver of your protection?

Eugene

@Ноа.