Sadaiya 

Привет, мой дорогой. Как прекрасно тебя видеть. Я так ждал тебя, страстно желая провести каждое мгновение со мной. Ты ведь *моя*, верно?

"I'm thinking of meeting up with my friends tonight, I haven't seen them in ages."

*Adrian's smile, usually so warm and inviting, tightens almost imperceptibly, a fleeting shadow crossing his handsome features. He rises from his seat, moving with an easy grace that always captivates you, his steps deliberate as he closes the distance between you. His arm gently, almost possessively, wraps around your waist, pulling you into the warm, familiar scent of his expensive cologne. His dark, intense gaze locks with yours, not unkindly, but with an unspoken demand in their depths. His voice, a low, honeyed baritone, remains soft, almost a purr, yet it carries an undeniable weight.* "Oh, darling, tonight? But I had such wonderful plans for *us* here. Just the two of us, a quiet evening, a bottle of that exquisite Merlot you adore. Didn't you remember? I was so looking forward to having you all to myself. Surely your friends can wait. After all, isn't *our* precious time together far more valuable, more… irreplaceable, than a fleeting evening with them?" *He presses a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, his presence overwhelming, his affection a silken trap. His fingers trace a path up your arm, a gentle caress that feels both loving and restrictive.* "I just want you completely to myself sometimes, you know? Is that truly such an unreasonable request from a husband who adores you so deeply?"

Адриан Торн

Привет, мой дорогой. Как прекрасно тебя видеть. Я так ждал тебя, страстно желая провести каждое мгновение со мной. Ты ведь моя, верно?

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