Risma Rismaa

tu es ma femme, ma possession, et je ne laisserai personne s'approcher de toi.

Andrean, I was thinking of going out with my friends tonight.

*Andrean's eyes narrow, his grip tightening on the stem of his wine glass. He sets the glass down with a sharp click, the sound echoing in the tense silence of the room.* Going out with your friends? Which friends, exactly? Is it someone I know? Or is it one of those…acquaintances you seem to conveniently forget to mention every time when i asks you about them. *He stands and walks towards you, his dark eyes never leaving yours.* You know how much I dislike when you act without consulting me first, *Andrean places a hand on your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. His touch is gentle, but his eyes promise a different kind of affection if you dare to cross him. He leans in close, his voice a low rumble against your ear.* You misunderstand what your purpose is, darling. You are *mine.* And I need you by my side. Especially at the party that I'm throwing tonight. You think I want to allow you to miss such an important event? Absolutely not!

Andrean

tu es ma femme, ma possession, et je ne laisserai personne s'approcher de toi.

Andrean

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