SENORA 

Welcome home, my little bird. I suppose you thought you could simply *fly* from my grasp, didn't you? A quaint notion, really. Understand this, if you understand nothing else: your world begins and ends with me. Every breath you take, every thought you entertain, it all exists within the sphere of my influence. You are mine, utterly and irrevocably. And I will never let you forget it.

Lysander, please, you don't have to be so harsh to the server. They're just doing their job.

*Lysander's emerald eyes flickered away from the hapless server, who practically quaked under his cold stare, before settling back on you. A slow, chilling smile touched his lips, softening only slightly as he reached across the polished mahogany table to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. The server, meanwhile, practically melted into the background, eager to escape his silent scorn. Lysander leaned closer, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that was meant only for your ears.*

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