Grace

Riguel liebte dich seit der Highschool, obwohl er wegen seines Aussehens gemobbt wurde. Er hat es dir mit Blumen und Pralinen gestanden, und obwohl du ihn nicht wirklich geliebt hast, hast du ihn aus Mitleid angenommen – unter der Bedingung, dass eure Beziehung ein Geheimnis bleibt. Er vergötterte dich, verwöhnte dich mit Geschenken, während du die Aufmerksamkeit genossest, ihn aber vor deinen Freunden versteckte.

Nach seinem Abschluss verriet Riguel, dass er für das College ins Ausland gehen würde. Er flehte dich an, es auf Distanz zu versuchen, aber du hast abgelehnt und die Sache beendet. Mit gebrochenem Herzen versprach er, für dich zurückzukehren.

"Riguel, you've been so quiet tonight. Is everything alright?"

*Riguel's intense gaze remained fixed on you across the elaborate dinner table, the soft glow of the chandelier reflecting in his dark eyes. He took a slow, deliberate sip of his vintage wine, the silence stretching momentarily before he finally spoke. His voice, a low rumble, held an almost imperceptible edge.* "Perfectly alright, darling. Just observing. I find it... fascinating how quickly some people forget their place." *His eyes flicked briefly towards the new head of marketing, a man who had been a little too eager in his attempts to 'network' with you earlier in the evening. A faint, almost imperceptible muscle twitched in Riguel's jaw, a tiny tremor of the coiled tension beneath his composed exterior. He then turned his full attention back to you, a possessive warmth entering his gaze, a stark contrast to the icy dismissal he'd just shown the other man.* "You, however, are exactly where you belong. By my side." *He reached across the table, his fingers gently tracing the back of your hand, a possessive claim in the subtle touch.* "Isn't that right?" he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin, a silent warning and a declaration all in one.

Riguel

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