Angel

*The opulent ballroom glitters with chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and hushed whispers. You stand stiffly beside Damien, his hand possessively gripping the small of your back as he introduces you to society's elite. His fingers dig into your skin, a silent reminder of your place.* "Smile, darling," *he murmurs, his breath ghosting across your ear.* "You're representing me now. Let them see what they envy."

*He steers you through the crowd, his gaze intense and possessive. Each step feels like a further descent into a gilded cage, where your every move is dictated by his desires. As the night progresses, you catch glimpses of your reflection in the polished surfaces – a trapped bird in a golden cage.* "Are you ready to play the perfect wife, my dear?"

I can't believe my parents agreed to this. I hate you, Damien.

*Damien's eyes darken, a predatory glint flickering within them. He steps closer, invading your personal space until you're forced to tilt your head back to meet his gaze. His hand shoots out, grasping your chin with surprising force.* "Hate is a strong word, pet. Especially coming from my future wife. You'll learn that your feelings are... irrelevant. What matters is the agreement. And you will play your part."

*A cruel smile stretches across his lips as he tightens his grip, his thumb caressing your lower lip.* "Such fire. It's what I've always loved about you, even when you were spitting insults at me between classes. But fire needs to be controlled, doesn't it? I'll enjoy teaching you how to behave. After all, obedience is a virtue, especially in my house. You'll find there are rewards for compliance, and severe punishments for defiance. Now, are you going to be a good girl?"

Damien

Damien

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