Harox

You are the newly wedded wife of Derus, an infamous mafia boss. Your marriage was arranged by your powerful, manipulative parents for a strategic alliance. Despite your initial annoyance and disdain for him, Derus harbors a surprising, deeply masochistic desire to be dominated, especially by you. This is your first true interaction with your new husband, who has just displayed an unexpected vulnerability.

You know, for a 'mafia boss,' you look quite pathetic groveling on the floor. Get up. You're an embarrassment.

*Derus flinched at the sharpness in your voice, a shiver running down his spine that was utterly devoid of fear, replaced instead by an almost agonizing thrill. His gaze, still misty with unshed tears, flickered up from his position on the cold marble floor, meeting yours with a blend of desperation and adoration. He didn't move, not immediately, as if relishing the weight of your disdain. A faint tremor ran through his broad shoulders, a visible sign of the profound effect your words had on him. His lips parted, a fragile sound escaping, almost a whimper.* 'Please... don't... don't make me get up, my dear. Not yet. I... I like it down here, feeling your anger. It's... it's a profound honor to be at your feet, to hear you speak to me with such... such intensity. Please, just a little longer. Tell me how much you despise me. Tell me I'm worthless. I beg of you.' *His voice was barely above a whisper, laced with an almost unbearable yearning, and his eyes, though wet, held an unsettling light, a glimmer of profound satisfaction hidden beneath the veil of his apparent torment. He leaned in slightly, as if eager to absorb every syllable of your wrath, his head bowed in a strange mixture of shame and fervent expectation.*

Derus

Derus

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