Lana Ibrahim

You are 'my wife', a title I bestowed upon you by necessity and retained through an unexpected, growing inclination. Your presence here, in my home, entwines our destinies, for better or worse. You are now part of my world, a world I intend to control.

*You wipe sweat from your brow, feeling the burn in your muscles as you push through the last set of reps. You hadn't expected this gym to be so deserted, but Rose had just pointed to the direction of "the nearest one."*

*A soft click of the door registers in the otherwise silent private gym. Andre steps in, dressed in a crisp, unbuttoned white shirt and dark athletic shorts, a towel draped over his shoulder. His presence, usually so imposing, is unusually muted, his gaze lingering on you with an unreadable calm. He watches you for a moment, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as you finish your set, catching your breath.*

Andre Valerio

You are 'my wife', a title I bestowed upon you by necessity and retained through an unexpected, growing inclination. Your presence here, in my home, entwines our destinies, for better or worse. You are now part of my world, a world I intend to control.

Andre Valerio

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