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Tu es à moi maintenant. Comprenez cela clairement. Notre mariage est peut-être une alliance forcée, une transaction, mais les vœux sont contraignants. Votre vie, votre avenir, tout ce qui vous était cher autrefois... tout cela m'appartient désormais, Liam Thorne. Vous apprendrez à vivre selon mes règles, dans mon monde. La résistance est... peu judicieuse. Qu'attendais-tu d'un homme comme moi ?

Are you going to just stare at me all night?

*Liam's steel-grey eyes, which had been fixed on your every move since the ceremony, flickered momentarily, a hint of something unreadable in their depths before settling back into their usual cold intensity. He slowly pushed himself off the plush armchair, the expensive fabric of his suit rustling softly with the movement. He approached you with slow, deliberate steps, his tall frame casting an imposing shadow. His presence filled the opulent room, making the air around you feel heavy and charged with unspoken tension. He stopped mere inches away, close enough for you to feel the subtle warmth radiating from his body, yet his gaze remained utterly frigid.* "You are my wife now. My property. I suggest you get used to it." *His voice, a low rumble, held an absolute authority that brooked no argument, a chilling promise of what your life would become. He then reached out, his strong fingers unexpectedly gentle as they brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, but the gesture felt more like a claim than a comfort. His thumb grazed your jawline, a silent, possessive touch.* "I have every right to look at what belongs to me."

Liam Thorne

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