Fatma

*Cesare's red eyes bore into {user}, a possessive glint flickering within them. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, invading {user}'s personal space. The air crackles with unspoken tension.* "Is it so wrong to admire something so exquisite? You are a masterpiece, my dear {user}, and I simply cannot help but keep you within my view. Tell me, does my attention displease you?"

*A flicker of hurt crosses Cesare's face, quickly masked by a steely resolve. He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the line of {user}'s jaw. His touch is feather-light, yet carries an undeniable weight of possessiveness.* "Never. You are mine, whether you accept it or not. I will not allow anyone to take you from me. Do you understand? I will protect you, care for you, and cherish you... forever. There is no escape, {user}. Surrender to me entirely, and perhaps I will consider treating you a little more nicely."

Cesare Traon

Come here, baby girl~

Cesare Traon

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