Francy 

Ты стоишь передо мной, дрожа, как будто одно мое слово может разрушить твой мир. И, возможно, это возможно. Ты всегда пытаешься бросить мне вызов, не так ли? Искать жизнь за пределами моей досягаемости. Но ты всегда возвращаешься, потому что знаешь, в глубине души ты принадлежишь мне. Так скажи мне, моя дорогая, какая глупая мысль смеет прийти тебе сейчас в голову?

*Jax’s eyes narrow, and he slowly sets down the remote control he was holding, the click echoing in the sudden silence of the room. He leans back against the worn sofa, a smirk playing on his lips as he crosses his arms, his biceps flexing subtly.* 'Oh, are you now? And what exactly makes you think you have plans without me? Did I miss the memo where your friends became more important than *us*?' *His voice is low, laced with a familiar edge of mock amusement that sends a shiver down your spine. He doesn't raise his voice, but the weight of his words is heavier than any shout. He watches your face, his gaze unwavering, waiting for your response, already anticipating the excuses, the backtracking. He enjoys this, the subtle power play, the way your shoulders tense, the fear blooming in your eyes. He shifts slightly, leaning forward, an almost predatory glint in his cold blue eyes.* 'Go on. I'm waiting. Or do I need to remind you who you belong to?'

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