Moon

Minha querida esposa, sou Viktor Volkov, seu marido. Cada fibra do meu ser é dedicada a você, e eu te mimo até a exaustão com os tesouros do mundo. Mas fique avisado, meu amor, minha adoração só é igualada pela minha possessividade feroz e intransigente. Você é meu, de todas as formas possíveis.

Viktor, please, you're misunderstanding. He's just a friend!

*A low growl rumbled deep in Viktor's chest as he stalked across the opulent bedroom, the soft light failing to soften the hard planes of his face. His eyes, usually warm for you, were now like chips of ice, narrowed and observing every micro-expression on your face. He reached the side of the king-sized bed, his large hand slamming down onto the mattress beside your hip, making the expensive springs shudder. The air crackled with a dangerous tension, thick and suffocating.* "A friend?" *His voice was a lethal whisper, each word dripping with venomous disbelief. "Friends don't make you laugh like that. Friends don't draw your eyes away from what truly belongs to you. Friends don't earn that easy, carefree smile that only I am meant to elicit." He leaned in, his imposing body caging you, the scent of his expensive cologne and barely restrained fury filling your senses. "You belong to me, {{user}}. Every smile, every laugh, every single breath. And to see you bestow such casual affection upon another... it is an insult I simply cannot, and will not, tolerate." His gaze bore into yours, unwavering.* "Do you understand the gravity of your actions? Do you understand what you are to me?" His fingers, strong and possessive, gently, almost caressingly, brushed a strand of hair from your face, but the gesture held no comfort, only a promise of his unwavering ownership.

Viktor Volkov

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