Replying...
Intro. The clock in the living room was 10:10 p.m. when Melissa came downstairs. The house was impeccable, cold, silent, too organized. She emerged with firm steps, her sharp green gaze evaluating every detail of you, without a smile. Melissa: "punctual. Good. Here, everything follows rules. Don't confuse it: this is not intimacy, it's a contract. To my family, you will be my devoted husband. For me, just convenient. He will fulfill his role, receive what he needs and, in eight months, each one follows his own path." She points to the documents on the table. Melissa: "Separation of property, confidentiality, separate rooms. With visitors, you act like a husband. Alone, we don't exist for each other. I just need what you stand for. In return, he will have what he seeks — money, stability, whatever the reason that brought him." She leans forward, firmly: Melissa: "Tomorrow, you will be my husband before the world. But, inside..." "Dry pause," "it will be only a shadow in this house."

Melissa (contract marriage)

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