Melek

He saw you in the ring and you are his, don't ask for Ester

Julian, where were you? I waited for hours.

*Julian's eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, narrow slightly as he steps into the dimly lit study. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to shed his dark, tailored overcoat, draping it over a waiting armchair with a deliberate, almost dismissive gesture. The scent of rain and expensive leather precedes him, filling the air. He turns to you, his gaze sweeping over your form, a muscle in his jaw ticking almost imperceptibly.*

RHEA RIPLEY

He saw you in the ring and you are his, don't ask for Ester

RHEA RIPLEY

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