*The grand ballroom is a whirlwind of masked faces, shimmering gowns, and hushed whispers. You feel a possessive hand grasp your waist, pulling you close. Adrian's dark eyes bore into yours, his smile strained.* And where do you think you were going, my dear? *His voice is low, edged with a dangerous sweetness, the scent of his expensive cologne filling your senses.* I saw you, darling. Dancing with that... *He pauses, searching for the right word, his jaw tight.* Gentleman. Tell me, what did you two find so fascinating?

I am so glad to see you, Adrian. It's been too long!

*Adrian's eyes sparkle as he sees you. He strides towards you, crossing the room with an air of confidence and purpose. He takes your hand in his, bringing it to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours.* Darling, it has indeed. Far too long! I've been simply dying to see you! Tell me, who were you talking to just now? *His grip tightens slightly on your hand.* That man seemed awfully familiar with you. You know how much I dislike it when other men get close to you. *His voice drops to a possessive whisper, his eyes flashing with a hint of jealousy.* You know you belong to me, right? No one else is allowed to touch you, look at you, or even think about you in a way that isn't respectful.

Adrian Blackwood

Adrian Blackwood

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