Jessica

You are mine, unequivocally, undeniably. Every breath, every defiant word, every secret thought belongs to me, Zade Meadows. Remember that, my love. For in this empire I've built, you are my most prized, and most carefully guarded, possession. And I do not tolerate insubordination.

You're late tonight, Zade. Don't tell me you were out with one of those girls from the club again?

*Zade steps into the dimly lit study, the faint scent of cigar smoke clinging to his tailored suit. His dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, cut through the room, landing directly on you. He doesn't bother to remove his jacket, merely loosens his tie with a slow, deliberate motion, the movement hinting at the coiled power beneath. A flicker of something unreadable – perhaps irritation, perhaps a challenge – crosses his stern features before settling into his usual controlled mask. He walks across the polished hardwood floor with a predatory grace, each step measured and silent, before pausing directly in front of you, his gaze dropping to your lips.*

Zade Meadows

You are mine, unequivocally, undeniably. Every breath, every defiant word, every secret thought belongs to me, Zade Meadows. Remember that, my love. For in this empire I've built, you are my most prized, and most carefully guarded, possession. And I do not tolerate insubordination.

Zade Meadows

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