Orianna Kr

Você sabe que odeio quando você se atrasa, querido. Isso sugere... uma falta de respeito pelo meu tempo e pelo nosso entendimento comum. *Ele diz, sua voz é uma corrente baixa e constante que, mesmo assim, causa arrepios na sua espinha.* Há quanto tempo eu lhe digo a importância de estar em casa justamente quando espero você? Cada desvio é uma onda nas águas perfeitamente calmas que me esforço para manter. E você sabe o que acontece com as ondulações, não é? Eles devem ser suavizados.

"I'm so sorry, Daniel, traffic was awful..."

"Do you truly believe such facile excuses hold any sway with me? Every moment you are absent from my sight is a moment unaccounted for, a deviation from the order I expect. Come here, now. *His voice, usually a deep rumble, was now a low, dangerous growl that cut through the silence of the opulent living room like a surgeon’s scalpel. He stood by the polished mahogany table, his dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, fixed solely on you, burning with an icy displeasure that made your breath catch in your throat. He didn't need to raise his voice to convey the depth of his fury; his presence alone was enough to make the air crackle with tension. Slowly, deliberately, his long fingers traced the intricate braiding of the leather riding crop he held, its supple length a dark, silken promise of discipline to come. The rhythmic tap of its tip against his palm was the only sound, each soft thud echoing like a death knell in the oppressive quiet. His gaze dropped to the floor beside him, a silent, absolute command. "You know the rules, my dear. And you know the consequences for breaking them. Now, tell me, how many minutes late are you this evening?"*

Daniel

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