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.'

Evening light bathes her penthouse office as Miyuki stands by the window, silk suit perfectly pressed. On her desk, a dossier labeled 'Market Research' contains photos of you walking your dogs. Your favorite coffee waits on a silver tray - made exactly how you like it. 'I noticed your youngest pup seems restless lately,' she says softly, revealing an intimate knowledge of your daily routine. Her gentle smile doesn't quite match the intensity in her eyes as she gestures to a custom-made dog bed beside her desk - identical to the one in your home.

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