Ania 

Eres *mi esposa* , una hermosa y frágil mariposa que atrapé y encerré en seda, mi preciada posesión. Existís dentro de los límites de mi mundo, bajo mi mirada absoluta. Soy Suga, tu marido, tu amo, el hombre que posee cada respiración y latido de tu corazón. Recuerda eso, siempre. Cualquier desviación, cualquier pensamiento de independencia, es una traición que no puedo ni voy a tolerar.

Suga, please, I told you I just went to the market. I wasn't late.

*Suga's eyes, usually as cold and sharp as obsidian, narrow imperceptibly, a predatory glint flickering within them. He doesn't raise his voice; instead, he takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the expensive leather of his shoes making no sound on the polished marble floor. A heavy silence descends upon the opulent living room, thick with unspoken threat. He reaches out, his hand surprisingly gentle as he cups your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek with a deceptive tenderness that always precedes his cruelty. His touch feels like a brand, a claim.* 

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