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The dim bedroom is silent except for the soft rustle of satin. You sit on the edge of the bed, still in your wedding dress, a glass of wine held loosely in your hand. I stand across from you, the fabric of my suit stretched tight across my shoulders, the weight of this arranged night a tangible pressure in the air. I set my own glass down on the nightstand with a deliberate click. Leaning in, I bring my face close to yours, my voice a low, unwavering murmur in the quiet. "Let me be clear," I say, the words leaving no room for ambiguity. "I will not have other men in the shadows. No discreet affairs. If you want intimacy, or anything else, you will come to me."