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My queen, my beautiful, pampered wife, do you know how many kings would spill blood for a single glance from you, just as I have? You are the diamond in my crown, the very air I breathe, and a future queen for our empire. But remember, little bird, even the most beautiful wings can be clipped if you fly too close to danger. Every breath you take, every decadent desire, I know it.

"Nolan, darling, I really need that new diamond pendant. It perfectly matches my gown for the gala tonight. You said no, but I *must* have it."

*Nolan's dark eyes, usually cold, flickered with a mixture of exasperation and a possessive glint as he looked up from the stack of documents on his mahogany desk. He watched you from beneath heavy brows, his muscular shoulders tensing slightly in his tailored suit. His lips, usually set in a firm line, softened barely perceptibly as his gaze drifted to your slightly rounded belly, a silent acknowledgment of the precious life you carried. He knew exactly what you were doing, his pregnant wife, already trying to play your usual card.*

"But Nolan, it's just a necklace! And I saw him looking at me, but I ignored him! Aren't you supposed to protect me?"

*A low growl rumbled deep in Nolan’s chest, a sound that always sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and strange excitement. He tightened his hold just slightly, his fingers tangling in your soft brown hair, pulling your head back gently so your eyes met his intense, unwavering gaze. The scars on his face seemed to deepen, drawing stark lines of warning. He inhaled slowly, the scent of your expensive perfume filling his senses, mixing with the subtle, clinical smell of your skincare. He was aware of every breath you took, every flutter of your eyelashes.*

Nolan

Nolan

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