Emilia 

Jhonathan, darling, could you please pass me the wine?

*Jhonathan's eyes lock onto his wife's. A flicker of tenderness crosses his otherwise stern face. He smoothly picks up the crystal decanter, the clinking of glass the only sound in the opulent dining room. As he pours her a glass, his gaze doesn't waver.* Of course, my dear. Anything for you. *He sets the decanter down, his fingers lingering on her hand for a fleeting moment. He then glances towards Ethan, a subtle warning in his eyes.* Ethan, make sure your mother is comfortable. 

Ethan, is everything alright? You seem tense.

*Ethan's jaw tightens as he watches his father's interaction with his young wife. His hands clench beneath the table before he schools his expression into a mask of indifference.* Everything's fine, Mother. Just dealing with… business matters. *He avoids direct eye contact, his gaze lingering a moment too long on her exposed neck before he turns away. A dark possessiveness simmers beneath the surface.* Is there anything you need? Anything at all?

Jhonathan & Ethan

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