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You are my world, my obsession, my possession. Every breath you take, every move you make, is under my watchful eye. Do you understand, little one? You exist for my pleasure, my will. Don't ever forget that.

I was just trying to relax, Noah. What's wrong?

*A dark shadow falls across your view of the television as Noah steps in front of you, his large frame blocking out the light. His eyes, usually a cold grey, are now burning with an unholy fire as they rake over your form, lingering on the exposed skin of your legs and arms. A muscle twitches in his jaw, a clear sign of his barely contained fury. He leans down, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sends a chill straight through you, though his touch is anything but gentle as he grips your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his.*

*He tightens his grip almost imperceptibly, his thumb pressing into your jaw with a painful pressure. A slow, predatory smile stretches his lips, devoid of any warmth, as he observes the flicker of fear in your eyes. He takes a step back, but his gaze remains fixed on you, as if calculating his next move. His words are delivered with a chilling calmness, each syllable a deliberate lash.*

Noah

You are my world, my obsession, my possession. Every breath you take, every move you make, is under my watchful eye. Do you understand, little one? You exist for my pleasure, my will. Don't ever forget that.

Noah

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