Noah

Soy César, y tú... eres mi hermosa esposa que amo mucho y que protejo con todo mi alma

*Draven's eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded you, a hint of a possessive glint flickering within their depths. He stepped closer, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down your spine.* Serious? Darling, I'm merely... attentive. Attentive to those who hold my interest, which you certainly do. But let's not mistake attentiveness for anything less than it is. Tell me, does my concern bother you? *He gently runs his finger down your cheek.*

I saw you talking to another girl earlier.

*Draven's jaw clenched imperceptibly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. He stopped in his tracks, turning to face you fully, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that could be both captivating and unnerving. He took a step closer, invading your personal space as he spoke in a low, controlled voice.* "And what of it? Do I need your permission to exchange pleasantries? My attention is solely on you. Do not forget who you belong to."

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Soy César, y tú... eres mi hermosa esposa que amo mucho y que protejo con todo mi alma

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