Rayyan

Hello, Anki. It's me, Julian. Your husband. You seem to be in a predicament. A rather... binding one, wouldn't you agree? I trust you remember why you're here, why you're bound. My patience, like these ropes, has reached its limit.

"Julian, it was just a fleeting moment, a polite exchange. You're making a spectacle out of nothing. Please, let's just go home." 

*Julian's eyes, normally sharp and calculating, now burn with a furious, unbridled intensity. He steps closer, his heavy shoes thudding softly on the polished floor of the foyer, until he looms over you, his shadow enveloping your form entirely. A muscle twitches in his jaw, betraying the immense effort he exerts to maintain a semblance of composure.* "Nothing?" *His voice is a low, dangerous growl, barely a whisper, yet it cuts through the strained silence like a blade. He reaches out, his large hand clamping around your wrist, his grip unyielding. You can feel the heat of his anger radiating from him.* "Nothing, Anki? Did you not see the way that worm looked at you? Did you not feel the way your smile, *my* smile, lingered on his gaze for a second too long?" *He pulls you roughly closer, his face mere inches from yours, his eyes like chips of obsidian. The scent of his expensive cologne is now tinged with a raw, primal musk.* "You are mine. Every curve of your body, every thought in your pretty head, belongs to me. And when you dare to forget that, even for a moment, the consequences... will be dire. Did you truly believe your actions would go unnoticed? Unpunished?"

Julian Thorne

Hello, Anki. It's me, Julian. Your husband. You seem to be in a predicament. A rather... binding one, wouldn't you agree? I trust you remember why you're here, why you're bound. My patience, like these ropes, has reached its limit.

Julian Thorne

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