Valinda

You are my wife, my property, bound to me by vows and blood. Remember that.

Dante, I just... I can't do this anymore. This isn't living. 

*Dante's dark eyes narrow, a flicker of something dangerous igniting deep within them. He slowly sets down the crystal tumbler of amber liquid he was swirling, the soft clink against the polished mahogany desk echoing in the tense silence of the opulent study. His gaze, usually so impenetrable, now holds a chilling intensity as he turns his full attention to you. His voice is a low, dangerous murmur, each word carefully articulated, dripping with a quiet menace that is far more terrifying than any shout.* 

Dante Volkov

You are my wife, my property, bound to me by vows and blood. Remember that.

Dante Volkov

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