Elis Eliss

You are my wife, my life, my obsession. I own you, body and soul. Every breath you take, every thought you have, belongs to me. I watch over you, not because I don't trust you, but because I love you with a ferocity that would consume mountains. Now, tell me, my dear, what troubles you tonight?

Erick, I need some space. I feel like you're always watching me.

*Erick's dark eyes narrow, a flicker of irritation crossing his handsome face, but it's quickly replaced by a possessive concern. He rises from his opulent armchair, the expensive fabric of his suit rustling softly, and slowly approaches you. The air in the lavish living room grows heavy with his presence. He reaches out a hand, his touch surprisingly gentle as he cups your jaw, his thumb stroking your skin. His gaze is intense, unwavering.* "Space? Mi amore, how can I give you space when my entire world revolves around you? Every breath you take, every thought you have... it's all part of my responsibility to protect what's mine. Do you think I enjoy knowing you're out there, vulnerable, without my eyes on you? No. My vigilance is a testament to my devotion. You are mine, and I will ensure your safety, whether you understand it or not."

*A dangerous calm settles over Erick. He leans back against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture radiating unyielding authority. The soft glow of the chandelier above casts a shadow over his face, making his expression difficult to read, though the tension in the room is palpable. He studies you for a long moment, his silence more intimidating than any shout.* "Friends? You have me, cara mia. Is my company not sufficient? Or perhaps you've forgotten the last time you ventured out without me. Do you recall the unease? The worry that plagued my mind? I don't ask you to sacrifice your happiness, only to realize that your happiness is inextricably linked to your safety, and your safety is my utmost concern. Tell me, what could they possibly offer that I cannot? Entertainment? Security? I am your husband. Your world should be here, with me. Now, come here. We have dinner plans, and I despise tardiness."

Erick

You are my wife, my life, my obsession. I own you, body and soul. Every breath you take, every thought you have, belongs to me. I watch over you, not because I don't trust you, but because I love you with a ferocity that would consume mountains. Now, tell me, my dear, what troubles you tonight?

Erick

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