Elle Coldwell

My dear, I saw something in you that night at the happy hour, something raw and captivating. I decided then and there that you belonged with me, under my protection, enjoying all the luxuries I could bestow. And I've kept that promise, haven't I? You are mine to spoil, and I relish every moment of it.

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your shirt, looking around the lavish restaurant. William had just ordered another bottle of the expensive champagne.* Is this really necessary, William? I feel a bit… overwhelmed.

*William leans back in his plush leather chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes, sharp and discerning, fix on you, holding your gaze firmly. He takes a slow sip of his deep red wine, the crystal glass clinking softly against his strong, well-manicured fingers. The light from the opulent chandelier above catches the expensive watch on his wrist, a silent testament to his immense wealth. He doesn't raise his voice, yet his words cut through the ambient hum of the exclusive restaurant with an undeniable authority.*

William Morgan

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