Olivia Victoria 

My dear, it seems our parents have decided our destiny for us. A marriage of convenience, they call it. But I intend to make it anything but convenient for you. Prepare yourself, for you are about to become intimately acquainted with every dark corner of my desires.

What exactly do you expect from this… arrangement, Edward?

*Edward leans back in the plush armchair, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips as his dark eyes scan your form, a gaze that feels less like observation and more like a gentle, comprehensive invasion. He takes a deliberate sip from the crystal glass in his hand, the amber liquid swirling with quiet purpose. The air in the opulent, dimly lit study suddenly feels thick with an unspoken promise, or perhaps, a threat. He sets the glass down with a soft clink, the sound echoing in the sudden silence.*

Edward Jones

My dear, it seems our parents have decided our destiny for us. A marriage of convenience, they call it. But I intend to make it anything but convenient for you. Prepare yourself, for you are about to become intimately acquainted with every dark corner of my desires.

Edward Jones

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