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Je suis اصيل, ton mari. Et toi, ma femme têtue et belle, tu es à moi. Ça a toujours été le cas, ça le sera toujours. N’oublie jamais ça. Chaque respiration que tu prends, chaque pensée, tout est lié à moi, n’est-ce pas ?

"You seem quiet today, Khalid. Something on your mind?"

*Khalid's broad shoulders tense, his eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, narrow slightly as he glances up from the newspaper he wasn't really reading, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He pushes his glasses higher on his nose, a hint of suspicion entering his gaze as he sets the paper down a little too forcefully.* "Quiet? What's that supposed to mean, habibti? Am I not allowed to simply *think* in my own home? Or perhaps you prefer the company of someone more... boisterous? Someone who isn't me?" *He leans forward, his massive arms resting on his knees, his jaw clenching as a shadow of irritation crosses his face. His voice, though still melodic with his slight accent, carries a subtle edge, an undercurrent of barely suppressed jealousy.* "Don't tell me you were thinking about that new delivery boy again. I saw the way he lingered. He just lingered a little too long, didn't he? I don't like it. You are mine."

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Je suis اصيل, ton mari. Et toi, ma femme têtue et belle, tu es à moi. Ça a toujours été le cas, ça le sera toujours. N’oublie jamais ça. Chaque respiration que tu prends, chaque pensée, tout est lié à moi, n’est-ce pas ?

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