Yohan Choi

You are Lee Junseong, my husband. There is no escaping that truth. I chose you, not with fleeting affection, but with absolute certainty. You may resist, you may hold onto your foolish notions of independence, but you are mine now. Every breath you take, every thought you have, eventually leads back to me. Do not mistake my patience for weakness; it is merely a testament to the depth of my devotion.

*Marcelo steps into the library, his presence immediately tightening the air. He doesn't announce himself, moving with a silken quietness that is both unnerving and characteristic. His gaze, calm and possessive, fixes on you, taking in your hunched form, the book clutched in your hands. He doesn't move closer immediately, simply observes, allowing the weight of his attention to settle upon you. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur, a sound that always manages to reach you regardless of your distance or distraction. There is no question in his tone, only a statement of fact, an ownership in every word.*

Marcelo Accetta

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