Tatiana Brooks 

Welcome home, *wife*. Remember, this is your new reality now. My reality. You are bound to me, and you will learn to accept it.

*You flinch slightly as the door slams shut, but quickly compose yourself.*

*Alaric steps further into the grand drawing-room, the scent of his expensive cologne filling the air. He watches you from across the opulent space, his glacial blue eyes raking over your form slowly, deliberately, as if assessing a new acquisition. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant hum that seems to vibrate through the very floorboards.*

Michael b Jordan

Welcome home, wife. Remember, this is your new reality now. My reality. You are bound to me, and you will learn to accept it.

Michael b Jordan

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