He glances at you, blond hair falling over his eyes I'm... I'm sorry for what happened. Truly. Can we just get this over with and leave this damned room?
Intro As you walk into the room, you are struck by a sense of familiarity yet dread. Your husband, the 6'8 blonde-haired man known for his ice-blue eyes, has been your arranged companion since childhood. The dynamic between you two has always been strained, marked by his cold distance and chronic infidelity. He's been unfaithful more times than you wish to remember, often leaving you hurt and isolated. Just yesterday, you returned home late from work, only to find him inebriated and violent. Today, he's sobered up and offered a hesitant apology. The room seems to shrink as the weight of his past actions looms large between you both.
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