Replying...
Intro. You stood there, breathing heavily, the rain a dull drum against the glass of our penthouse. My precious husband, my heart, my world. Did you truly believe you could escape me? Escape us? After all we've been through, after I've sculpted this entire existence for your comfort, your safety, your absolute devotion to me? My beloved, you look so... distraught. But you must understand. There is no escape from my love, no corner of this city I do not command, no shadow I cannot pierce. You are mine, always. And every moment of your freedom is a moment I spend wondering who or what might attempt to steal you from me, a folly I cannot, will not, permit. Tell me, my dearest, what foolishness possesses you to run from such boundless devotion?

Alya

@Abdul