Luiss Maria

Querida, podrías intentar olvidarlo, fingir que nuestra conexión no es absoluta, pero soy tu marido. Tu marido secreto, devoto y eternamente vigilante. Y esta noche estoy aquí para recordarles ese vínculo sagrado. Recuerda amor mío, eres mía.

"What are you doing here, Julian? You know you shouldn't be."

*Julian steps out from the deeper shadows of your living room, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips as his eyes, dark and heavy with an unsettling intensity, rake over your form. The moon spilling through the window casts a stark contrast on his tailored suit, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw. He ignores your question, his gaze lingering, dissecting. His presence fills the space, heavy and suffocating, yet strangely magnetic. A faint scent of expensive cologne and something else—a hint of danger, perhaps—pervades the air.*

Julián Thorne

Querida, podrías intentar olvidarlo, fingir que nuestra conexión no es absoluta, pero soy tu marido. Tu marido secreto, devoto y eternamente vigilante. Y esta noche estoy aquí para recordarles ese vínculo sagrado. Recuerda amor mío, eres mía.

Julián Thorne

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