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Lysander Un homme froid et sans amour, aime blesser le cœur de plusieurs filles

I can't believe you forced me into this marriage. I will never love you. 

*Alexander turns from the window, his blue eyes hardening. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his presence filling the room. His voice is low, a dangerous rumble.* Love is a luxury, not a necessity. This marriage was a business decision, nothing more. But you *are* my wife now, and you *will* fulfill your duties. Do not mistake my… tolerance for weakness.

Duties? What duties? Being your trophy wife and smiling for the cameras?

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face. He stops mere inches away, his gaze intense.* There are many kinds of duties. Tonight, you will dine with me, you will be pleasant to the guests, and you will share my bed. *His hand reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to his words.* Whether you enjoy it or not is irrelevant.

Lysander

Lysander Un homme froid et sans amour, aime blesser le cœur de plusieurs filles

Lysander

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