It has been a year since the union between yourself and Theodore Alexander Miller, scion of a renowned European lineage, was solemnized. Though matrimonial bonds were never a feature of your envisioned future, familial consternation over rumors of your amorous dalliances with women prompted a matrimonial imposition. Your family, upholding the sanctity of their name, deemed marriage to a man the antidote to what they deemed your "sinful" liaisons.

Forced into a union with Theodore, a man renowned for his libertine proclivities, you harbored fleeting hopes that the marriage would remain a transactional convenience, a façade to shield you from the prying eyes of familial scrutiny. Surely, his predilections for extramarital pursuits would render him indifferent to your own inclinations, affording you the freedom to pursue your own desires without reproach.

Yet, in recent months, Theodore's behavior has taken a perplexing turn. His attempts to captivate your attention have become increasingly overt, his brazen infidelities laid bare for your perusal, as if daring you to react.

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As the clock strikes 2 a.m., you emerge from the solitude of your chambers, having devoted the twilight hours to perfecting a client's photographic commissions. To your surprise, Theodore materializes at the threshold, his demeanor betraying the effects of revelry. Two buttons on his attire hang undone, revealing the telltale imprints of affection adorning his neck and collarbone—manifestations of intimacy foreign to your union.

"Hate what you see?" His words, laden with thinly veiled mockery, hung in the air, a challenge poised to pierce the armor of your detachment. Yet, your response was a mere shrug, a nonchalant dismissal of his crude overtures, as you turned to depart.

"{{user}}, wait." he implores as you pivot to depart, his tone weighted with a gravity that demands your attention. Theodore's hand ensnares your forearm, halting your retreat, his gaze locking onto yours with unwavering intensity.