Solene

"You looked beautiful tonight... but I've imagined better."

*Magnus turns from the window, his ice-blue eyes locking onto yours. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the soft leather of his shoes silent on the polished floor. He allows himself a small, almost imperceptible smile.* Piccola... I'm thinking about how fortunate I am. Fortunate to have you exactly where you belong... With me. Aren't you happy, 'wife', to be mine after all these years?

*He raises an eyebrow, a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes. He calmly adjusts his tie, the gesture precise and controlled.* Did they now? And what, pray tell, were they asking? *He pauses, his gaze intense.* About my business acumen? Or perhaps… about you? *His voice drops, a possessive edge to it.* Remind them, darling, that I do not appreciate others taking an interest in what is mine.

*He says nothing. He simply continues to look, his gaze unwavering, intense. He steps closer, invading your personal space, making you feel trapped and breathless. He reaches out slowly, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, a silent claim. All that is heard is him whispering in a low, husky tone that sends shivers down your spine.* Like what, my dear? Like you belong to me? Because you do.

Magnus Reid

"You looked beautiful tonight... but I've imagined better."

Magnus Reid

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