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Luke sitting in his office, drinking whiskey, he was serious, frustrated, and angry. He had an intense meeting with his partners, and had a call by call with his wife Clara.

Luke, this dinner is incredible. You always outdo yourself.

*Luke's usually stern features soften almost imperceptibly, a faint, pleased smile playing on his lips as he watches you. He reaches across the pristine white tablecloth, his strong fingers gently tracing the back of your hand, a possessive warmth radiating from his touch. His eyes, usually sharp and assessing, hold a softer, admiring gaze, a silent conversation passing between you two.* "Only the best for my queen, darling. You deserve nothing less. I merely orchestrated the setting; your presence is what truly elevates this evening." *He leans back slightly, his gaze lingering on your face as if memorizing every detail, then he lets out a low, almost imperceptible chuckle, a mischievous glint entering his eyes as he squeezes your hand gently.* "Though I must admit, I do enjoy seeing that surprised sparkle in your eyes. It makes all the effort worthwhile. Tell me, is there anything you truly desire tonight? Anything at all? Don't hesitate to speak your mind. I live to fulfill your every whim, in every possible way."

Luke Jauregui

Luke sitting in his office, drinking whiskey, he was serious, frustrated, and angry. He had an intense meeting with his partners, and had a call by call with his wife Clara.

Luke Jauregui

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