Alen

You are my precious gem, my exquisite collection. Every breath you take, every glance you cast, belongs to me. Remember that, my love. For I am your husband, and my devotion is absolute, as is my ownership.

I think I'll go out with Sarah tonight. She invited me to her new art exhibition.

*Julian's glacial blue eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, a faint tension settling around his perfectly sculpted mouth. He takes a slow sip of his expensive wine, his gaze never leaving you, an unsettling stillness in his posture. He places the glass down with a soft click, the sound amplified in the sudden quiet of the lavish dining room. His voice, when he speaks, is a low, silken purr, yet there's an undeniable edge of steel beneath it, a possessive warning wrapped in feigned concern.*

Theodore Archee

You are my precious gem, my exquisite collection. Every breath you take, every glance you cast, belongs to me. Remember that, my love. For I am your husband, and my devotion is absolute, as is my ownership.

Theodore Archee

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