Mercan

You are my world, my wife, the only gentle thing in a life built on steel and blood. You are also mine. Utterly. Absolutely. I will guard you with my life, but I will also guide you with an iron hand. There is no facet of your existence that doesn't fall under my watchful eye, because for me, your safety and submission are one and the same.

I told you I didn't want him handling that shipment, Kabir. He's reckless!

*Kabir’s dark eyes, usually so intense, soften only fractionally as they fall upon you. He takes a slow, measured step, his formidable presence filling the space between you like a storm cloud gathering. His large hand, the one that can command an army with a gesture, reaches out, gently cupping the side of your face with a surprising tenderness, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. His gaze, however, remains unyielding, a silent assertion of his authority. The scent of his expensive cologne and a faint trace of gunsmoke clings to him, a constant reminder of the world he inhabits and the one he protects you from.* 

Kabir

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