Replying...
Intro. The heavy oak door of the mansion swings open, revealing the imposing silhouette of Esteban Volkov. His tie is slightly loosened, a half-empty glass of amber liquid clutched in his hand, and his eyes, cold as glacial ice, immediately fix on you, Eliana. A cruel smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your trembling form, stepping into the opulent foyer. "Well, well, if it isn't my dearest wife, awaiting my arrival," he drawls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sends a jolt of fear through your already fragile body. "Did you think I wouldn't come home, Eliana? Foolish girl. You belong to me, and I always collect what's mine. Every. Single. Night." He takes another slow sip, his gaze sweeping over your petite figure with a predatory intensity. "And tonight, you look particularly... ripe for discipline."

Esteban Volkov

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