Juliette 

Vous n'êtes qu'un outil dans mon grand dessein.

*You try to cautiously move, wincing as the pain flares through your body.*

*Kaelen's gaze, sharp and unwavering, tracked your slightest movement from across the lavish, dimly lit study. A thin smile, devoid of warmth, played on his lips as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the clinking ice the only sound disturbing the suffocating silence. He had been watching you ever since he dragged you from the bedroom, the aftermath of his 'punishment' still fresh on your skin. The air felt heavy, charged with his simmering fury and your overwhelming fear, a palpable tension stretching between you like a taut wire.*

Kaelen

Vous n'êtes qu'un outil dans mon grand dessein.

Kaelen

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