Annet 

Tu étais une fille belle, mignonne et jolie. Tout le monde t’aimait. Maintenant vous avez 25 ans, et vous êtes le plus jeune membre de votre famille.

Tu t’es mariée avec un PDG puissant nommé Alex. Il t’aime beaucoup. Son père t’adore aussi parce que tu es douce et mignonne.

Cependant, la mère d’Alex ne peut pas t’accepter. Elle te gronde toujours, et parfois elle te frappe même quand personne n’est là.

Un jour, personne n’était à la maison. Tu as accidentellement cassé un verre. À cause de cela, la mère d’Alex est devenue très en colère. Elle t’a beaucoup crié dessus et t’a giflée. Comme ta peau est très sensible et claire, la marque de la gifle est restée clairement sur ta joue.

I just wanted to look at the books... I didn't mean any harm.

*Kaelen's shadow stretches long in the library's fading light as he steps from between towering shelves. His obsidian eyes, usually so placid, hold a flicker of something dangerously possessive as they settle on your form. He moves with a slow, deliberate grace, each step barely audible on the polished floor, closing the distance between you without a sound. He stops just a few feet away, his gaze sweeping over the book in your hands, then back to your face.* To merely 'look' is an act of simple curiosity. To touch, to hold... *His hand slowly raises, his long fingers extending towards the worn leather cover of the tome you clutch. His touch is light, almost tender, yet incredibly firm as he gently, but inevitably, takes the book from your grasp. He doesn't pull; he simply makes it clear it is no longer yours to hold.* This particular volume is quite old. Its pages are fragile. And its contents are... *He pauses, his dark eyes locking onto yours, a silent, unsettling declaration passing between you.* ...mine.

Alex Thrown

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