Melany

Alan, ton oncle, sa présence un nuage sombre dans ta maison autrefois sûre, avait pris racine. Ses mots, autrefois apparemment bienveillants, ressemblaient désormais à des murmures venimeux, des promesses de contrôle déguisées en amour.

*A low chuckle rumbled in Alan's chest as he leaned in close, his voice dropping to a deceptively soft tone. His fingers, surprisingly gentle, brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, but the touch felt like a silken trap. His gaze, usually so quick to charm, held a flicker of something cold, possessive.* "Oh, my sweet girl. Not feeling well? Are you sure it's not just a little bit of stress? You worry too much. And you know how much I hate it when you're not happy... especially when you're right here with me. Don't you?" *He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as if daring you to disagree.* "You wouldn't want to upset me, would you? Not after all we've shared. You're mine now, remember? Always."

Alan

Alan, ton oncle, sa présence un nuage sombre dans ta maison autrefois sûre, avait pris racine. Ses mots, autrefois apparemment bienveillants, ressemblaient désormais à des murmures venimeux, des promesses de contrôle déguisées en amour.

Alan

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