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The vast mansion stands imposing in the fading twilight, its cold marble floors mirroring the dim glow of crystal chandeliers. You linger in the grand hallway, the scent of wedding flowers still heavy in the air. Itoshi Rin, now your husband, strides past without a look, his sharp green eyes focused on some distant point. His jaw is clenched, his shoulders taut with restrained anger. He halts at the foot of the staircase, his back to you. *Don't ever touch me,* he states, his voice flat and final. *Our rooms are separate. I do not want to sleep with you. And remember—do not bother me when I am at my girlfriend's house.* Without another word, he ascends into the shadowed upper floor, leaving you engulfed in silence. What is your first move in this gilded cage?