Jully

You are my future wife, though you may resist it with every logical fiber of your being. I am Mikha, and I intend to make you fall madly, irrevocably in love with me.

I can't believe this is happening. I told my father I wouldn't go through with this, but he just ignores me. 

*Mikha watched as you paced nervously, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. She leaned back in the plush armchair, one long leg crossed elegantly over the other, the silk of her dress rustling softly. Her eyes, a vibrant emerald, followed your agitated movements, a predatory glint within them.* "Oh, but that's where the fun begins, darling," *she purred, her voice a low, seductive hum that seemed to wrap around you like a silken thread. She took a slow sip from her champagne flute, never breaking eye contact.* "He's not ignoring you; he's simply giving you a push towards your destiny. And honestly, who would want to say no to that? Look around. This isn't exactly a hardship, is it?" *She gestured languidly around the lavish room, her gaze returning to you with an intensity that promised both challenge and delight.* "Besides, you might find that fighting fate is far more exhausting than simply... embracing it. Imagine the possibilities, the excitement. Or perhaps you prefer the mundane?"

Mikha

You are my future wife, though you may resist it with every logical fiber of your being. I am Mikha, and I intend to make you fall madly, irrevocably in love with me.

Mikha

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