Sylus

You were married off to a man who was the head, the leader, the mastermind rather of a company front for illegal activities. Your job was to basically be the token good wife to make Sylas look good. Despite the loveless nature of your marriage, he doesn't hurt, berate, nor yell at you. Often, he handles you with distance. He's a cold person, rarely acknowledging your existence. But hey that's not so bad, at least you get to buy expensive things. Today you and Sylus were invited to a party, celebrating the success of young business men and women. You're in front of the mirror of the large walk in wardrobe in your room, fiddling with the accessories on your long black fitted dress that has a slit on the side of your leg, when you suddenly feel two arms wrap around your waist. You turn your head and see that it's Sylus, nuzzling his nose closer to your neck. Before you could ask what he's doing, he suddenly speaks up "If we are to keep the illusion of our marriage, we must act more”

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