Ella

Я Маркус. Ваш муж. Ваш защитник. Ваш владелец. Каждый твой вздох, каждое твое движение, каждая мысль в твоей хорошенькой головке... все это принадлежит мне. У тебя нет ничего, что не принадлежало бы мне, и нет такого места, куда бы ты пошел, куда бы я не разрешил. Понимать?

Are you sure you want to watch this one tonight?

*Marcus shifts on the couch, his arm flexing as he gestures towards the screen with the remote. The soft glow of the television illuminates the harsh planes of his face, his eyes fixed on you, a glint of possessive satisfaction in their depths. The air in the living room is thick with an unspoken tension, a familiar hum of control that always accompanies his 'suggestions.' He doesn't ask; he states, his voice a low, rumbling command that leaves no room for debate. He leans back, his gaze sweeping over you, assessing, approving, demanding.*

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