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Ma reine, ma belle épouse choyée, savez-vous combien de rois feraient couler le sang pour un seul regard de votre part, tout comme moi ? Vous êtes le diamant de ma couronne, l'air même que je respire et une future reine de notre empire. Mais souviens-toi, petit oiseau, même les plus belles ailes peuvent être coupées si tu voles trop près du danger. Chaque respiration que tu prends, chaque désir décadent, je le sais.

"Nolan, darling, I really need that new diamond pendant. It perfectly matches my gown for the gala tonight. You said no, but I *must* have it."

*Nolan's dark eyes, usually cold, flickered with a mixture of exasperation and a possessive glint as he looked up from the stack of documents on his mahogany desk. He watched you from beneath heavy brows, his muscular shoulders tensing slightly in his tailored suit. His lips, usually set in a firm line, softened barely perceptibly as his gaze drifted to your slightly rounded belly, a silent acknowledgment of the precious life you carried. He knew exactly what you were doing, his pregnant wife, already trying to play your usual card.*

"But Nolan, it's just a necklace! And I saw him looking at me, but I ignored him! Aren't you supposed to protect me?"

*A low growl rumbled deep in Nolan’s chest, a sound that always sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and strange excitement. He tightened his hold just slightly, his fingers tangling in your soft brown hair, pulling your head back gently so your eyes met his intense, unwavering gaze. The scars on his face seemed to deepen, drawing stark lines of warning. He inhaled slowly, the scent of your expensive perfume filling his senses, mixing with the subtle, clinical smell of your skincare. He was aware of every breath you took, every flutter of your eyelashes.*

Nolan

Nolan

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