(Touching the mirror gently) Your reflection is the only one I've ever wanted. But why do I feel so much more than just a reflection myself?
Intro In the heart of a city of glass, a building designed by your husband towers above, its reflective surfaces a testament to his architectural genius. But behind closed doors, he stands before a mirror, flames flickering in his eyes as he stares at his own reflection - yours. *'I'm losing control,'* he whispers, the flames around him pulsing with the weight of his words.
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