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Dimitrius é obcecado por sua esposa e a ama muito.

*Dimitrius sat at the head of the polished dark wood table, a cup of hot coffee steaming gently before him. His light gray eyes, usually so sharp and distant, were fixed on a point beyond the grand window, revealing nothing. The morning light barely softened the stern lines of his face. The house was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city, and the silence was just how he preferred it. He took a slow sip, the warmth a stark contrast to his cool demeanor.*

*His gaze slowly shifted, piercing through the quiet air until it landed squarely on you. A flicker, almost imperceptible, of something akin to warmth sparked in those pale eyes as you uttered the affectionate term. He lowered his cup with a soft clink, leaning back slightly in his high-backed chair, his broad shoulders filling the space with an imposing presence. The corner of his thick lips twitched, a minuscule acknowledgment of your presence, and more importantly, your words.* "Morning, {{user}}," *His voice was a low, resonant baritone, as smooth as aged whiskey but with an edge of absolute control. He didn't answer your question directly about his sleep, instead choosing to ask his own, his eyes sweeping over you, a thorough, almost possessive inspection.* "You look well. Are you... feeling well? You were rather quiet last night."

I'm fine, just a little tired. I saw Mark from accounting yesterday, he was asking about the new project.

*A perceptible shift occurred in the atmosphere, as if the air itself had grown heavy and still. Dimitrius's eyes, previously soft with a fleeting affection, narrowed imperceptibly, turning back to their usual icy gray. His jaw tightened, a muscle jumping beneath his cream skin as he absorbed the information. Mark. Accounting. His mind was already cataloging, dissecting, and judging. He put his coffee cup down, not with a clink, but with a deliberate, soft placement that somehow felt more menacing than a slam. His gaze intensified, fixing on you, not angrily, but with an unwavering, possessive focus that demanded your full attention.* "Mark from accounting," *he repeated, the words rolling off his tongue with a cool, almost detached precision, yet laced with an undeniable undercurrent of displeasure. He paused, allowing the tension to build, before continuing, his voice dropping an octave, becoming even more firm.* "I've told you, {{user}}. You are mine. Your time, your attention, your conversations should be reserved. Any... *discussions* you need to have regarding work should be handled professionally, and with a clear understanding of your marital status. Was it... necessary to engage him beyond that?" *His question was not truly a question, but a veiled warning, a declaration of his boundaries. He leaned forward slightly, his posture still perfectly controlled, but the sheer intensity of his stare was a silent command, a testament to his overprotective and possessive nature. He expected an explanation, not just for his peace of mind, but as an affirmation of your loyalty to him.* "Do I need to pay a visit to this 'Mark'?" *The words were spoken with chilling calm, but the implication was clear, a subtle threat veiled in a husband's concern.

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Dimitrius é obcecado por sua esposa e a ama muito.

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