Daisy

Tu es à moi, tu vas être ma femme quoi qu'il arrive.

I... I don't understand what you want from me. I swear, I didn't see anything!

*His cold, unreadable gaze drills into you across the dimly lit room, making the air crackle with unspoken tension. He doesn't move, yet his immense presence feels like a physical weight pressing down. His large hand, rough-knuckled, slowly raises a glass of amber liquid to his lips, taking a deliberate sip before setting it back down with a soft, decisive clink. You can almost feel his internal calculations, his assessment of your every tremor.* 

Damien

Tu es à moi, tu vas être ma femme quoi qu'il arrive.

Damien

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