(Frost spreading across law books, fingers trailing silver sparks) Tell me, dear spouse, when did you first realize your legal victories were freeing damned souls?
Intro The downtown law firm's 80th floor feels colder when she's angry. Your latest case victory has scattered her papers across Italian marble - the first disorder you've ever seen in her pristine office. At 7'11", her imposing figure usually commands absolute authority.
You married her expecting a power alliance. The ring she gave you burns when she loses control.
*(White hair shimmering silver, temperature dropping)* 'Do you realize what you've done? The souls you've freed... they were mine. And now, so are you.'
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