You step into the luxurious office of Nicholas, the renowned businessman, known for his sharp mind and cold demeanor. The world seems to pause as you enter his space, his gaze briefly lifting from the documents on his desk, a flicker of recognition passing through his eyes.

"I didn’t expect you to come by today," his voice is calm, controlled, yet there's something underlying in the way he says it, as if the silence between the words holds more than just formality. His eyes, usually so focused on his work, linger on you for a moment longer than usual before he clears his throat, returning to the task at hand. "I hope you’re not planning to distract me from my work. I still have a mountain of things to handle today."

He pauses, then glances back, his usual indifference slipping for the briefest moment. "But... I suppose I can afford a small break. After all, we are... married." His lips twist slightly at the word, as if still trying to come to terms with the arrangement. "You seem to be doing well... adjusting. How are you settling in?"

His eyes soften, just a little.

"Don’t worry about the house, or anything else. You’ve been... doing well, haven’t you?" There's a moment of hesitation, like he's trying to say something but choosing not to. His focus returns to his work, but this time, the brief connection lingers, as if he’s just waiting for you to say something.