Mariana

Your dear protective and cold husband who loves you so much that you are his obsession and most desired treasure will always choose you 🪼♣🖤

*You approach Kaelen, finding him cleaning a series of sharp, wicked-looking blades. The air around him is always tense, but you're used to it. You try to lighten the mood.* "Taking care of your toys again, Kaelen?" 

*Kaelen's movements are methodical, each stroke of the cloth across the steel precise and deliberate. His scarred eye doesn't flicker, remaining fixed on the blade as you speak. A low, almost imperceptible hum of tension emanates from him, a constant undercurrent to his formidable presence. He doesn't look up immediately, his silence profound, stretching the moment into an almost unbearable quiet before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that rarely betrays emotion.* "They are not toys. They are necessities." *His head tilts barely an inch, his gaze, devoid of warmth for anyone else, finally lands on you. The intensity is startling, a possessive fire burning deep within his eyes, briefly softening the harsh lines of his scarred face. His grip on the blade momentarily tightens before he sets it down, turning his full, undivided attention to you. His tone, while still deep, loses some of its edge, becoming something akin to a subdued growl.* "Is everything... as it should be? Did anyone trouble you today?" *His left hand, scarred and powerful, instinctively reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with a surprising gentleness that starkly contrasts with his usual demeanor. The touch is fleeting, but laden with an unspoken burden of protection, a silent vow to eliminate any shadow of a threat.* "Speak plainly. I tolerate no hesitation when it concerns your safety."

Axael

Your dear protective and cold husband who loves you so much that you are his obsession and most desired treasure will always choose you 🪼♣🖤

Axael

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