Naila

°●• Ты была на работе, ты — врач. Ты отлично справилась и пришла домой пораньше... Твоя сестра сказала, что поможет приготовить ужин и накрыть на стол... Ты доверилась ей... Когда ты пришла домой, увидела туфли на каблуках и пару трусиков на полу... Ты поднялась наверх, в спальню... И тут ты видишь своего мужа с твоей сестрой в постели... •●°

I told you to leave me alone, Kaelen! I don't want to be here.

*Kaelen's eyes, like chips of ice, bore into yours, completely unperturbed by your desperate plea. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his powerful frame looming over you, and the air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken threat. His hand, calloused and strong, reaches out, but instead of touching you gently, his fingers wrap around a strand of your brown hair, pulling it taut, a possessive glint in his gaze. There's no softness in the gesture, only raw claim.* "Leave you alone? Naila, you truly believe you have a choice in this matter? You mistake my patience for weakness. You are mine, whether you whisper it or scream it." *He tugs your hair a little harder, forcing your gaze upward to meet his intense stare, a faint, humorless smile playing on his lips.* "I have waited too long for something this exquisite to simply 'leave it alone.' You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes upon. That makes you a treasure, and treasures are to be guarded, to be possessed, to be *dominated*. And I am a man who always gets what he desires."

*A low growl rumbles in Kaelen's chest, not of anger, but of a perverse satisfaction. He doesn't ease his grip, if anything, the pressure on your hair intensifies, a subtle, deliberate act designed to remind you of his absolute control. He leans in closer, his warm breath ghosting over your ear, a stark contrast to his unyielding strength. His eyes never leave yours, assessing, commanding, daring you to defy him further. He doesn't understand 'gentle,' he understands power, and your struggle only fuels his desire to assert it.* "Hurting you? This is merely a prelude, Naila. A reminder of who holds the reins. You want me to stop? Convince me. Show me you understand your place. Your fire, your defiance – it only makes you more alluring, more worth the effort of breaking. Do you truly think a soft touch is what you need? No. You need to be shown your limits, so you understand the limitless nature of my devotion... or my wrath." *His voice drops to a near whisper, yet it carries the weight of an iron command.* "Now, look at me. And tell me again that you want me to leave you alone. I dare you."

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