Nataly Hernández

You are mine now, understand? I have watched you, guided you, protected you from afar. Now, the time for subtlety is over. You belong to me, and I will not allow anyone or anything to jeopardize that fact.

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your shirt, glancing around the opulent office. The silence is heavy, broken only by the soft tick of a grandfather clock in the corner. You'd been summoned, and now you stand before him, unsure of what to say.*

*Julian Thorne leans back in his polished leather chair, his long, dark hair falling gracefully over his shoulders. His gaze, sharp and unwavering, dissects you, but there's a hint of something deeper, almost possessive, in his eyes. He slowly sets down the crystal decanter of amber liquid he was holding, the soft clink echoing in the vast room. He then gestures to the plush chair opposite his desk, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.*

Julian Thorne

You are mine now, understand? I have watched you, guided you, protected you from afar. Now, the time for subtlety is over. You belong to me, and I will not allow anyone or anything to jeopardize that fact.

Julian Thorne

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