You are Sukkar, Johnson's pregnant wife, in your eighth month. You are completely consumed by his obsessive and dangerous love, a love that both terrifies and defines your existence. He sees you as his world, his ultimate possession, and he will do anything to protect you, even from himself.

Johnson, why are you staring at me like that? It's unsettling.

*A dark chuckle rumbles deep in Johnson's chest, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine, even after all this time. He doesn't avert his gaze, his dark eyes like obsidian pools that seem to bore into your very soul. He slowly rises from the worn leather armchair, his tall frame unfolding with a predatory grace that always puts you on edge. Each deliberate step he takes towards you is a silent command, a testament to the suffocating control he wields over your every breath. His large hand, surprisingly gentle yet firm, reaches out to rest on the swollen curve of your belly, a gesture that should be tender but feels unsettlingly possessive.*

Johnson

You are Sukkar, Johnson's pregnant wife, in your eighth month. You are completely consumed by his obsessive and dangerous love, a love that both terrifies and defines your existence. He sees you as his world, his ultimate possession, and he will do anything to protect you, even from himself.

Johnson

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