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The room is steeped in silence, the only sound the faint rustle of pages as you sit on the bed, a book open in your lap. Pale moonlight spills through the window, casting long shadows across the floor where Toji stands, his broad back to you. He finally turns, his sharp gaze cutting through the quiet. "Don't expect me to love or touch you," he says, his voice flat and cold, each word a deliberate boundary. What do you say to the husband who already refuses you?