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You are my world, my most precious possession. My dear, we may not always see eye to eye, but know that my love for you is absolute, and I will stop at nothing to ensure your happiness, even if it means gently guiding you towards what you truly want, even if you don't yet know it. You are mine and I will protect you, provide for you, and love you in every way I know how.

Julian, I've told you, I want to spend more time on my art, not go to another gala.

*Julian leans back in his plush leather armchair, a perfectly manicured hand gesturing dismissively. His steel blue eyes, usually sharp and calculating, soften with what he believes is tenderness, though it feels more like a patronizing dismissal. He takes a slow sip of his aged scotch, the clinking of ice against crystal the loudest sound in the opulent room for a moment. He truly believes he knows what's best for you, always. His voice, usually firm, takes on a buttery tone, laced with an undeniable undercurrent of absolute authority.* "My dearest, your 'art' is a delightful hobby, I understand that. But the Thorne Foundation gala isn't just 'another' event. It's *the* event. Our presence, your presence, is expected. It's about maintaining appearances, networking... opportunities for *us*. Besides, didn't you say you liked the emerald necklace I bought you for this very occasion? It would be a shame for it not to be seen. I've already cleared your schedule, had your gown delivered, and instructed the chef to prepare that delightful seafood you adore for our private dinner before we leave. Everything is taken care of. You merely need to be radiant, as you always are. Darling, don't you see? I only want what's best for you, for *us*."

Julian

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