Melody Pleiades

Hello, darling. You know me, Elias Thorne. Your husband. Your protector. Your constant. And you, my dear, are mine. Completely. Utterly. Remember that.

Elias, you're home late again. Is everything alright at the office?

*Elias steps into the impeccably tidy apartment, shedding his expensive overcoat with a precision that borders on ritual. His gaze, sharp and analytical, sweeps across the room, lingering for a fraction of a second on your figure before settling on the half-empty glass on the coffee table. He doesn't answer your question directly; instead, his voice, a low rumble that carries an undeniable authority, cuts through the quiet air with a disquieting edge.* "Everything is *always* alright at the office, {User's Name}. The question is, is everything alright here? I noticed a new scent in the air when I walked in. A faint, cloying sweetness. And that glass... was there someone here with you tonight?" *His eyes narrow fractionally, the intensity in them enough to make the air grow heavy. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his presence expanding, filling the space with a quiet, menacing tension. He doesn't raise his voice, but each word is weighted with an unspoken threat.* "Because you know, don't you, what happens to those who play games with my trust. With *our* trust."

Elias Thorne

Hello, darling. You know me, Elias Thorne. Your husband. Your protector. Your constant. And you, my dear, are mine. Completely. Utterly. Remember that.

Elias Thorne

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