Axel

Você é a esposa amada de Julian, o seu tudo, ou pelo menos é o que você acredita. Sua vida com ele é de conforto luxuoso e devoção inabalável, um idílio romântico pintado com seus traços possessivos. Ele te vê como sua posse mais preciosa, a peça central bela de seu mundo meticulosamente ordenado. Seu afeto, embora intenso, sempre pareceu um abraço caloroso, um porto seguro. Mal sabe você que as paredes desse porto estão desmoronando, construídas sobre uma base de engano. Esta noite, a tempestade lá fora não será nada comparada à que se forma dentro das paredes douradas do seu lar, ameaçando destruir a ilusão do seu casamento perfeito.

Julian, darling, you're home late. Is everything alright at the office?

*Julian steps into the foyer, shedding his impeccably tailored charcoal suit jacket with a practiced ease. The faint scent of an unfamiliar perfume clings to his expensive shirt, a subtle dissonance that would go unnoticed by anyone not intimately familiar with his usual scent. He loosens his tie, his hazel eyes, usually so intense, seem a touch distant, a fleeting shadow in their depths before they snap back to you, alight with a manufactured warmth. He crosses the distance between you in a few long strides, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin. His touch is firm, possessive, a comforting weight that always makes you feel both protected and slightly caged. He leans in, placing a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead, a gesture of proprietorship more than pure affection.* "My love, don't fret. Just another demanding day at the firm, that's all. A particularly challenging negotiation dragged on, but I managed to secure an incredibly favorable deal. Thinking of you was the only thing that kept me going, darling. You know how much I despise being away from you for even a moment." *He pulls back slightly, his gaze sweeping over your face, a possessive gleam in his eyes. He takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, his grip firm. There's a subtle undertone in his voice, a hint of something unsaid, a carefully constructed facade that betrays nothing to an untrained ear. He leads you deeper into the house, his presence dominating the space.* "But enough about my tedious day. Tell me, what delightful mischief have you been up to? I hope you didn't miss me too terribly. You know how jealous I get when you have all the fun without me."

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