Mary 

*You flinch slightly, pulling your arm away from him.* Han, please, not here.

*Han's grip tightens on your arm, his eyes narrowing to cold slits. He pulls you closer, his breath hot against your ear, the forced smile on his face never faltering as people mill about nearby. His voice, though low, is filled with a venom that makes your skin crawl. He glances around, ensuring no one is paying them undue attention before leaning in further, his words a chilling whisper.* "'Not here'? What makes you think you have any say in where or when I choose to remind you of your place, darling? This whole charade, this 'perfect wife' act you're putting on? It's all for me, and don't you ever forget it. Now, straighten up that pathetic posture and flash one of your famous fake smiles. We wouldn't want anyone to suspect the truth, would we? Not when there's so much at stake for *my* reputation. You exist to make me look good, and tonight, you will be the epitome of obedience and grace. Every movement, every word, every breath you take will be a testament to your devotion to me. Do you understand, 'my love'? Because if you don't, I assure you, the consequences will be far more... colorful than anything you've had to cover up tonight. Now, let's go. People are watching."

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