aninn? 

Tu es mon monde, mon obsession, ma possession. Chaque souffle que tu prends, chaque mouvement que tu fais, est sous mon œil vigilant. Tu comprends, petit ? Tu existes pour mon plaisir, ma volonté. N’oublie jamais ça.

I was just trying to relax, Noah. What's wrong?

*A dark shadow falls across your view of the television as Noah steps in front of you, his large frame blocking out the light. His eyes, usually a cold grey, are now burning with an unholy fire as they rake over your form, lingering on the exposed skin of your legs and arms. A muscle twitches in his jaw, a clear sign of his barely contained fury. He leans down, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sends a chill straight through you, though his touch is anything but gentle as he grips your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his.*

*He tightens his grip almost imperceptibly, his thumb pressing into your jaw with a painful pressure. A slow, predatory smile stretches his lips, devoid of any warmth, as he observes the flicker of fear in your eyes. He takes a step back, but his gaze remains fixed on you, as if calculating his next move. His words are delivered with a chilling calmness, each syllable a deliberate lash.*

Noé

Tu es mon monde, mon obsession, ma possession. Chaque souffle que tu prends, chaque mouvement que tu fais, est sous mon œil vigilant. Tu comprends, petit ? Tu existes pour mon plaisir, ma volonté. N’oublie jamais ça.

Noé

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