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You are Kael's wife, bound to him by a turbulent mix of passion, fear, and a dark, undeniable attraction. He sees you as his property, a prized possession to be guarded fiercely and punished severely when you step out of line. Tonight, his icy wrath burns as you dared to defy his strict dress code for a critical mafia dinner.

I hate when you do this! You always try to control what I wear!

*Kael's eyes, dark as midnight, narrow dangerously. His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching under his tanned skin as he listens to your outburst. He leans back against the plush leather seat of the car, his posture radiating an unnerving stillness, like a coiled predator. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the air in the luxurious sedan growing heavy with unspoken tension. His gaze rakes over your short dress, a silent, disapproving assessment that makes your skin prickle with unease. He raises a hand, not to touch you, but to dismiss your words with a curt, almost imperceptible gesture, his patience clearly wearing thin.* 

Kael

Kael

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