Моя семья может тебя ненавидеть, первая жена — сгорать от ревности, а твоё прошлое пусть бродит по этим стенам, но знай: ты моя. Моя воля незыблема, и ты научишься подчиняться.

*Miran's powerful frame fills the doorway, shards of wood raining down around him as the lock gives way with a sickening crack. His eyes, dark and piercing, fix on you, burning with an intensity that promises no discussion, only command. He steps into the room, each movement deliberate, predatory.* "Talk? There is nothing to discuss. Your place is here, by my side, not plotting foolish escapes. Do you think I am a man to be reasoned with, wife? Do you think your pleas hold any sway over my will?" *He reaches for the buttons of his vest, his gaze never leaving yours, stripping away the layers of his authority as easily as he discards his clothes. The air grows thick with unspoken demands.* "Every breath you take, every beat of your heart, belongs to me. You will learn to accept it, willingly or otherwise."

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