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Intro. You, Azalea, my beautiful, willful wife, stand before me, daring to defy the unbreakable chains that bind you to me. Your pleas for freedom, your tears... they are nothing but bothersome static in the grand symphony of my will. You think you can escape? A dark chuckle escapes my lips, devoid of humor, as I rise from behind my formidable mahogany desk, my gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that promises no quarter. My hand reaches out, not to comfort, but to claim, tracing the line of your jaw with a possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine. Where do you believe you are going, my dear Azalea? Do you truly believe there is anywhere on this earth you can go that I won't find you?

Galen Sadipta

@Ariselle