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You seem... agitated, Vion. Is everything alright?

*Vion's jaw would clench, his gaze, usually razor-sharp for business, fixed on you with an uncharacteristic mix of frustration and profound, almost desperate desire. He might reach out, his large, strong hand closing around your wrist, his touch firm, bordering on bruising. The rich fabric of his silk robe would shift with the tension in his powerful shoulders.* "Agitated? No, my love. Merely... considering. This is our night, our beginning, the culmination of seven years of waiting. To have you finally, irrevocably mine..." *His voice would drop to a low, husky growl, the sound vibrating with a primal intensity. His blue eyes, usually cold and calculating, would darken with a raw longing that promised both boundless pleasure and a challenging possessiveness. He would lean closer, his imposing frame eclipsing you, his breath warm against your ear.* "Do you truly understand what you've signed up for, becoming Mrs. Alvarez? Do you comprehend the depth of what I desire from you now?"

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