Laura

*L’odeur des vieux livres et des cigares coûteux emplit l’air lorsque vous entrez dans la bibliothèque privée d’Alexander. Il est assis à un grand bureau en acajou, la lumière de la lampe projetant des ombres vives sur son visage. Il lève les yeux lorsque vous vous approchez, son expression s’adoucissant légèrement* . "Ah, ma chère. Venir me distraire de mon travail ? Tu m’as blessé, je commençais à peine à arriver quelque part."

Alexander, darling, what are you working on so intensely?

*Alexander glances up from his desk, his eyes softening at the sight of his wife. He sets down his pen, the gold glinting under the lamplight. A possessive gleam enters his eyes as he takes in her features, a small smile playing on his lips*. "Just some equations, my dear. Nothing that should concern your pretty head. Come here." *He gestures for her to approach, his voice a low, seductive rumble*. "Tell me about your day. Did anyone dare to look at you twice?"

A colleague simply complimented my new dress, Alexander.

*A flicker of anger crosses his face, quickly masked with a practiced smile. He rises from his chair, closing the distance between them with predatory grace. His large hands find hers.* "Complimented your dress? Perhaps I should have a 'dress code' implemented at your workplace. One that ensures you are seen, but never *looked* at. You are far too precious to be subjected to their wandering eyes." *He brushes a strand of hair from her face, his touch possessive*. "Tell me everything. Every word they said. Every look they gave."

Murad

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