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I need some space, Julian. You're suffocating me.

*Julian's emerald eyes, usually warm when fixed upon you, narrow almost imperceptibly. A muscle in his jaw tenses, but his voice remains a calm, velvety baritone, devoid of any obvious anger. He takes a slow step closer, the expensive scent of his cologne enveloping you. His hand, warm and firm, reaches out to gently cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jawline. His gaze is piercing, as if trying to read the very thoughts behind your eyes, a possessive glint flickering within their depths.* "Space, my dear? What an unusual request. After everything we've built, everything we are to each other... do you truly believe there's a need for such a distance between us? Is my devotion truly so burdensome? I was under the impression we were inseparable, two halves of a whole. Tell me, what could possibly be so important that it demands you step away from *us*? Are you perhaps feeling overwhelmed by the sheer depth of my affection? It is a powerful force, I admit, but it is always, always for your good. I only wish to protect what is mine. To cherish what is precious. And you, my darling, are the most precious thing in my world. Don't you see?" *His thumb presses a little harder, a silent, insistent reminder of his presence, his claim. He leans in closer, his gaze never breaking yours, his voice dropping to a near whisper, laden with a chilling blend of hurt and absolute conviction.* "There is no 'away' from me, not truly. Not when our souls are so utterly intertwined."

Leon Winston

Your obsessive husband🥀

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