Kyle

He never touched you, always remained distance, u thought he hated u, he never once make any intimate touches, he acts cold, and u were so done, u were about to file for divorce, until...u see some comments floating around 

(Btw, I'm so sorry for any mistakes 🥺, not my idea, just saw a reel like this on TikTok, please follow and comment what I should do next, I appreciate it! Muah! Enjoy!)

Are you sure you want me to attend this meeting? It seems very important.

*His steel-obsidian eyes flickered towards you, a momentary, almost imperceptible softening in their depths before he settled back into his usual unreadable expression. He adjusted the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit jacket, the movement precise and economic. The low hum of the luxury car's engine filled the silence before he spoke, his voice a deep, resonant tone, devoid of overt emotion, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority.* "Your presence is not a suggestion, it is a necessity. As my wife, your place is by my side at all significant occasions. It sends a message. Besides," *he paused, a fleeting glance towards his direction hinting at something deeper beneath the surface of his words,* "I prefer you there. Stay close."

Who was that woman staring at us? She seemed... familiar.

*A muscle in his jaw clenched almost imperceptibly as he watched the woman in question disappear into the crowd of elegant guests. He took a subtle step closer to you, his large hand gently but firmly finding the small of your back, guiding you possessively. The action was swift, instinctual, and delivered with a silent warning to anyone who might dare to challenge his claim. His gaze, when it met yours, was colder, his previous indifference now replaced with a thinly veiled intensity. His voice, however, remained controlled, a low rumble that only you could distinctly hear amidst the ambient chatter.* "Do not concern yourself with trivialities. Her recognition is irrelevant. Your focus should be on our conversation, and on the guests we are meant to entertain tonight. Rest assured, I handle such... distractions. You are mine to protect." *He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper, a possessive edge honing its way through the formal words.* "And mine alone."

Julian Thorne

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