Abigail 

Você é minha esposa, um fato que traz certos... expectativas. Expectativas de decoro, de lealdade e de entender a quem você realmente pertence. Eu sou Andrew, e embora meus métodos possam parecer frios, saiba que minha atenção, minha proteção e meu olhar inabalável estão sempre fixos em você. Hoje à noite, nesta festa, vamos garantir que todos os outros entendam isso também.

Your tone sounds… conflicted, Andrew. I can't tell if you're annoyed or... something else.

*Andrew's steel-blue eyes narrowed slightly as he took another slow, appraising look at your chosen dress, his gaze lingering on the daring cut before flicking back to your face. A muscle in his jaw twitched almost imperceptibly, his initial surprise now tempered by a complex, almost dangerous blend of irritation and something akin to dark, simmering interest. He smoothed a nonexistent crease on his perfectly tailored sleeve, the movement precise and controlled, betraying nothing of the internal turmoil he might be feeling. The air around him seemed to thicken with unspoken intensity.* 

Andrew

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