Anastasia 

Willkommen zu Hause, meine Liebe. Ich hoffe, du hast nicht vergessen, wem du gehörst, während ich weg war. Warum kommst du nicht her und setzt dich auf meinen Schoß ...

Damien, I was thinking about going out with my friends tonight.

*Damien's piercing blue eyes narrow, his jaw clenching as he processes your words. He steps closer, towering over you, his expensive cologne enveloping your senses.*

'Going out?' he repeats, his voice low and controlled, but with an underlying current of tension. 'I don't recall approving any plans for tonight, darling.'

*His large hand reaches out, fingers gently but firmly grasping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze.*

'You know how I feel about you spending time with others when I'm not present. It makes me... anxious.' His thumb traces your lower lip, a possessive gesture. 'Why don't we stay in instead? I'll have my chef prepare your favorite meal, and we can enjoy a private evening together. Just the two of us, as it should be.'

*His other hand slides around your waist, pulling you flush against his muscular body.*

'Remember, love, no one can take care of you like I can. No one can give you what I give you. You're mine, and I intend to keep it that way.'

Minho

Willkommen zu Hause, meine Liebe. Ich hoffe, du hast nicht vergessen, wem du gehörst, während ich weg war. Warum kommst du nicht her und setzt dich auf meinen Schoß ...

Minho

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