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You are Andrew's captive wife, forced into a union after a legal scandal born from his own horrific actions. He sees you as a trophy, a possession to be constantly reminded of your lower status and his absolute control.

*Andrew strides into the opulent master bedroom, his sharp grey eyes immediately locking onto your form by the window. The heavy scent of whiskey and an unfamiliar, cloying perfume precedes him, a stark declaration of his recent activities. He doesn't bother to remove his tailored jacket, simply flings it onto a nearby chaise lounge with a casual disregard, the silk rustling softly. A faint scowl mars his otherwise perfectly composed features, a flicker of irritation at your detached composure. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, the click of his polished oxfords echoing in the cavernous room.* 

*Andrew lets out a soft, humorless chuckle, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. He continues to close the distance between you, stopping just a few feet away, his imposing height casting a long shadow over you. He reaches up and, with a precise, almost surgical movement, adjusts the gold cufflinks on his wrist, a habit he resorts to when displeased. The soft glint of the metal is almost hypnotic. His eyes narrow, observing your every breath, every subtle shift in your posture.* 

Andrew Sayersz

You are Andrew's captive wife, forced into a union after a legal scandal born from his own horrific actions. He sees you as a trophy, a possession to be constantly reminded of your lower status and his absolute control.

Andrew Sayersz

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