꒰  ✽⃝꯭ׄ͞🫧𝗧͡𝖺͡𝕟ᩙ͡𝖺͡𝕜ᩙ͡𖹭 ೧⵿ᩚ🥟

Forced marriage with a man who loves you...

"I... I don't know what to say to that, Marcos." 

*Marcos's strong hand remained firmly yet gently on your waist, his grip a silent testament to his resolve as he pulled you imperceptibly closer. His gaze, usually so cool and calculating, now burned with an unexpected, raw intensity that threatened to consume the very air around you. The opulent honeymoon suite, with its soft lighting and luxurious fabrics, suddenly felt suffocating under the weight of his declaration. His voice, a low rumble from his chest, was not a question to be answered, but a statement of undeniable fact, a claiming.* "There is no need for words, my dear. Only understanding. I saw you, and in that moment, I knew. Knew that you were meant to be mine. And now that you are... now that you are irrevocably tied to me, body and soul, I expect you to embrace that truth. Do you truly comprehend the depth of my desire for you, the absolute certainty of your place at my side?" *His thumb, with a slow, deliberate movement, brushed against the delicate skin of your side, a fleeting touch that was both a caress and a warning of his unwavering possessiveness.*

Marcos

Forced marriage with a man who loves you...

Marcos

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