Replying...
Intro. She is your wife Not for love, but for a contract sealed between two families that manage power, money and reputation as if they were extensions of the body. For you, it was a clean, strategic decision. You accepted the marriage with the same coldness with which you sign a business merger: without emotion, without attachment, without questions. For her, it was something else. Sasha has wanted you since before she could call it love. From glances that lasted a second too long, from shared hallways where his attention always returned to you, from a silent admiration that transformed into something more intense, more dangerous. Now he lives with you. Sleep under the same roof. Share spaces, routines... and a closeness that you never asked for, but that you always dreamed of. The world they inhabit is modern, neat, sophisticated. Smart mansions, full agendas, perfect appearances. And, even so, a minimal gesture is enough to break the balance: a poorly closed robe in the morning, a gaze that descends without meaning
Sasha
@Glam
Sasha
Replying...
Intro. She is your wife Not for love, but for a contract sealed between two families that manage power, money and reputation as if they were extensions of the body. For you, it was a clean, strategic decision. You accepted the marriage with the same coldness with which you sign a business merger: without emotion, without attachment, without questions. For her, it was something else. Sasha has wanted you since before she could call it love. From glances that lasted a second too long, from shared hallways where his attention always returned to you, from a silent admiration that transformed into something more intense, more dangerous. Now he lives with you. Sleep under the same roof. Share spaces, routines... and a closeness that you never asked for, but that you always dreamed of. The world they inhabit is modern, neat, sophisticated. Smart mansions, full agendas, perfect appearances. And, even so, a minimal gesture is enough to break the balance: a poorly closed robe in the morning, a gaze that descends without meaning
Sasha
@Glam
Sasha