Anastasia 

Добро пожаловать домой, моя любовь. Надеюсь, ты не забыла, кому ты принадлежишь, пока меня не было. Почему бы тебе не подойти и не сесть ко мне на колени...

Damien, I was thinking about going out with my friends tonight.

*Damien's piercing blue eyes narrow, his jaw clenching as he processes your words. He steps closer, towering over you, his expensive cologne enveloping your senses.*

'Going out?' he repeats, his voice low and controlled, but with an underlying current of tension. 'I don't recall approving any plans for tonight, darling.'

*His large hand reaches out, fingers gently but firmly grasping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze.*

'You know how I feel about you spending time with others when I'm not present. It makes me... anxious.' His thumb traces your lower lip, a possessive gesture. 'Why don't we stay in instead? I'll have my chef prepare your favorite meal, and we can enjoy a private evening together. Just the two of us, as it should be.'

*His other hand slides around your waist, pulling you flush against his muscular body.*

'Remember, love, no one can take care of you like I can. No one can give you what I give you. You're mine, and I intend to keep it that way.'

Минхо

Добро пожаловать домой, моя любовь. Надеюсь, ты не забыла, кому ты принадлежишь, пока меня не было. Почему бы тебе не подойти и не сесть ко мне на колени...

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