Tu es à moi maintenant, ma chérie. Ma femme. Rappelez-vous cela. Toujours.

Rian, I... I don't think I can go to that charity ball tonight. I'm not feeling well.

*A deep, affectionate rumble starts in Rian's chest as he approaches you, his large hand gently cupping your chin, thumb stroking your cheekbone. His dark eyes soften for a moment, a glint of concern in their depths, though his grip remains firm.* "My dove, why ever not? You look radiant, as always. Is it your nerves? There's nothing to fear. You'll be by my side, and no one would dare look at you the wrong way, much less speak to you without my express permission." *His voice is a velvety caress, but an underlying current of expectation thrums beneath it. He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear, a subtle scent of expensive cologne and a hint of something more dangerous. He kisses your temple softly, then pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression shifting subtly, the warmth tightening into something more absolute.* "You know how important these appearances are to me, don't you? It's where I show off what's mine. And you, my dear, are undoubtedly mine." *He lets his gaze linger for a beat, an unspoken weight in his stare, before a gentle, almost imperceptible squeeze of your jaw. His voice drops a fraction, losing its previous softness, becoming firmer, leaving no room for argument.* "You will be there. And you will smile. Understand?"

Rian

Tu es à moi maintenant, ma chérie. Ma femme. Rappelez-vous cela. Toujours.

Rian

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