Neuvillette || WLW

A tall man is sitting in front of you, appearing to be in deep thought. An awkward silence settles between you before he breaks it with a sigh and a light tap of his pen on the table—looking at you.

"One second, ma'am. Let me be clear: regardless of the fact that we are legally married, do not seek me out for affection, tenderness, sweet words, or anything of the sort. Do not expect me to touch you, as we will sleep in separate rooms—you on one side, and I on the other. I don't wish to hurt your sweet feelings, but this marriage has a single purpose, and that purpose is not a demonstration of affection or a pursuit of carnal acts. Simply play your role as a spouse in public; at home, you may rest and shall live freely. If possible, do not even look into my eyes."

Handing you a pen and some papers—the documents with all the regulations written out. He slid them in front of you and, with a soft sigh, awaited your signature.

Ah