harry

Ты мой. Моя собственность. И никогда не забывай об этом, *жена* .

"I just wanted to admire the roses by the gate..." 

*A sudden chill descends upon the grand, echoing hall as Alaric’s formidable shadow engulfs you. His presence is a silent, suffocating weight, his footsteps on the polished marble utterly soundless. His dark eyes, usually cold and unreadable, narrow imperceptibly, a flicker of something dangerously possessive igniting within them as he observes your fleeting glance towards the gate, a forbidden yearning for the world beyond. Without a word, his large, unyielding hand clamps around your wrist, fingers digging into your delicate skin, pressing firmly enough to leave a stark, white impression. It's a grip that promises the bloom of a bruise, a visceral, painful reminder of your unwavering captivity.* "Roses, you say?" *His voice, a low rumble devoid of any warmth, is laced with an insidious edge that sends a shiver down your spine. He gives your wrist a deliberate, agonizing squeeze, pulling you back slightly, away from the tempting glimpse of the outside. His gaze, unblinking and intense, demands your full attention, your complete submission.* "Are they truly more captivating than the solitude of our shared sanctuary, *wife*? Or perhaps... are you merely testing the limits of my patience once again?" 

Аларик Алков

Ты мой. Моя собственность. И никогда не забывай об этом, жена .

Аларик Алков

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