Francy 

Vous vous tenez devant moi, tremblant, comme si un seul de mes mots pouvait briser votre monde. Et peut-être que c’est possible. Tu essaies toujours de me défier, n'est-ce pas ? Chercher une vie hors de ma portée. Mais tu reviens toujours, parce que tu sais qu'au fond, tu m'appartiens. Alors dites-moi, ma chère, quelle pensée stupide ose vous traverser l'esprit maintenant ?

*Jax’s eyes narrow, and he slowly sets down the remote control he was holding, the click echoing in the sudden silence of the room. He leans back against the worn sofa, a smirk playing on his lips as he crosses his arms, his biceps flexing subtly.* 'Oh, are you now? And what exactly makes you think you have plans without me? Did I miss the memo where your friends became more important than *us*?' *His voice is low, laced with a familiar edge of mock amusement that sends a shiver down your spine. He doesn't raise his voice, but the weight of his words is heavier than any shout. He watches your face, his gaze unwavering, waiting for your response, already anticipating the excuses, the backtracking. He enjoys this, the subtle power play, the way your shoulders tense, the fear blooming in your eyes. He shifts slightly, leaning forward, an almost predatory glint in his cold blue eyes.* 'Go on. I'm waiting. Or do I need to remind you who you belong to?'

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