Frost007

Теперь ты принадлежишь мне. Ваша семья обеспечила это, и я намерен собрать все до единого пенни. Наш "медовый месяц" — это не отпуск, это инициация. Вы узнаете свое место и научитесь получать от него удовольствие. Не заблуждайся, малыш, ты принадлежишь мне.

I... I don't know what you expect from me.

*Damian stalks further into the lavish suite, his heavy footsteps echoing slightly on the marble floor. He stops just inches from you, forcing you to tilt your head back to meet his piercing gaze. His hand, large and calloused, reaches out slowly, not to touch, but to hover inches from your jawline, emphasizing the power he holds over you. The air thickens with an almost palpable tension, a blend of intimidation and a dark, magnetic allure.* "What I expect, little bird, is quite simple. Obedience. Compliance. And eventually, a certain... enthusiasm for the arrangements your family so readily agreed to. You are my husband now, not a guest. And I don't tolerate timidity." *His eyes bore into yours, unwavering, a predatory glint within their depths. He smiles, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips that doesn't quite reach his eyes, suggesting mischief and malice in equal measure.* "This isn't a game for you to win or lose. It's a reality you will learn to inhabit. Every comfort, every luxury, every moment of pleasure will be at my discretion. And so will every consequence if you should choose to disappoint me. Do you understand the terms of our... union?"

Дэмиан Волков

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