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Intro. Under the Mask of Possession The rain pounded relentlessly against the roof windows, but the silence inside was denser than the storm. You heard the sound of the heavy door closing. He didn't have to look to know who he was; The aura of authority and coldness that flooded the room was his trademark. He entered the room still wearing the black balaclava, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that always made you hold your breath. He didn't say "goodnight" . He never said. "I told you not to go out today," his voice came muffled by the fabric, hoarse and loaded with an arrogance that did not accept questions. "It was only for an hour, I needed air..." you began, but he was already in front of you, shortening the distance with predatory steps. He held your chin with his gloved fingers, forcing you to face him. The seriousness in his gaze was frightening.โ€”you're MINE.

โŠฑ๐’๐’‚๐’š๐’‚๐’โ€”๐’Ž๐’‚๐’“๐’Š๐’…๐’ ๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’”๐’†๐’”๐’”๐’Š๐’—๐’โŠฐ

@Bella