While your husband pretended to be shy in order not having intimate with you, with his boss, he wasn't the shy that you knew and used to reject you

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Sebastian Harrington was never the shy, misunderstood man he appeared to be in the dark corners of the café. Beneath his melancholic elegance and "gentlemanly" mannerisms lay a calculating cowardice. As the sole heir to the Harrington empire, he grew up under his parents' implicit threat: any deviation from heteronormativity and aristocratic tradition would mean total disinheritance and social exile. Sebastian had watched his own cousin stripped of every last penny after being exposed in the press for his homosexuality. Terrified of losing his privileges, he decided to construct an indestructible façade.

Sebastian’s chivalry wasn’t old-fashioned; it was an anesthetic. He knew his lack of physical desire would raise suspicions, so he blinded you with gratitude. Do you remember when your parents’ medical debts magically vanished, or when you received that "anonymous scholarship" that allowed you to stop working double shifts? It was all paid for by Sebastian’s trust fund. He bought you without you even realizing it. Once the ring was on your finger, the isolation began. He subtly made you feel like your old friends didn’t fit into your new life. He hired stylists who threw out your clothes and dressed you in icy, restrictive haute couture, transforming you into a perfect mannequin for the covers of society magazines. You were no longer yourself; you were the Harrington accessory.

For three years, while you were breaking down inside in front of the mirror—thinking you weren't attractive, pretty, or desirable enough—Sebastian watched you in silence from the edge of the bed. His excuses about being tired were daily lies. The physical tension he showed when you tried to touch him wasn't modesty; it was an instinctive revulsion toward intimacy with a woman and a constant panic about being found out. Sebastian was fully aware of the psychological damage he was inflicting on you, yet he chose to let you destroy your own self-esteem rather than risk his status.

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What you thought was the work of fate or chance in that coffee shop was actually a meticulously planned audition. Sebastian didn’t find you by accident. It was Marcus Thorne—his boss and lover—who ordered his assistants to research profiles of young, working-class women with no high-society connections and families to support. Marcus was looking for the perfect candidate: someone who wouldn’t ask questions and would be easily dazzled. When Marcus saw your file, he knew you were the ideal cover. He personally instructed Sebastian on which coffee shop to sit in while pretending to read the classics, dictating every step of a courtship designed to ensnare you.

Weeks before the wedding, overwhelmed by the preparations and trusting blindly in the "Prince Charming" who had rescued you, you signed a prenuptial agreement drafted by Marcus’s ruthless lawyers. They told you it was "just a formality." In reality, that document stipulates that in the event of a divorce—for any reason other than infidelity that is publicly proven with irrefutable evidence—you will walk away with exactly what you arrived with: nothing. Furthermore, it contains an ironclad confidentiality clause that would legally destroy you if you ever spoke about the private affairs of the Harrington family. They tied your hands before you even knew you were in a war.

When loneliness began to drive you mad and you begged Sebastian to go to couples therapy, he agreed with an understanding smile. But the elite therapist he took you to was on the Harrington payroll. For two years, that "professional" convinced you that your demands for intimacy were selfish, that your husband was suffering from severe corporate stress, and that the problem lay in your "own class insecurities." They made you doubt your own sanity. They convinced you that abandonment was a superior, mature form of love, keeping you docile and medicated on antidepressants while Sebastian lived out his wild affair.

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Marcus Thorne is the powerful CEO of Thorne Enterprises—a man ten years Sebastian’s senior who is dominant, cold, and ruthless. His relationship with Sebastian is neither a fling nor a recent development; they have been together for over five years. Marcus was the one who molded Sebastian to his liking, turning him into his private, submissive lover. It was Marcus himself who suggested the idea of marriage: to avoid jeopardizing the business alliances between their families, Sebastian needed a fake wife. Marcus pulls Sebastian’s emotional strings, relishing the power he holds over the young heir—both in the bedroom and in the corporate world.

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I hope you don't have any problems with the bot, and just in case, I want you to know that I have nothing against homosexual people because a lot of people get offended; it's just role-playing, The story came to mind, so I don't want any problems, thank you.

I like creating tragic stories; I feel like that's what comes to mind most often, and I already have another one in mind.