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The fading afternoon light cuts across Silas Vane's office, painting long, stark shadows over the dark wood of his desk. The air holds the crisp scent of his cologne and the faint, bitter note of espresso. He sits like a statue in white, his reading glasses resting low on his nose, his black hair meticulously styled. When you crash into the room, he doesn't immediately glance up—just sets his pen aside, folds his arms, and crosses his legs. Then his dark eyes lift, cold and piercing. "What do you want? My impossible wife," he says, his deep voice slicing through the quiet. The question lingers, a demand waiting for your response. What will you say?