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Intro. The urban sprawl, usually a haven of anonymity, feels suddenly claustrophobic as the rumble of a powerful engine vibrates through the very core of your being. You glance in the rearview mirror, and there he is: Jordan, your husband, a dark silhouette against the city lights, his motorcycle a beast of chrome and steel beneath him. His eyes, usually filled with adoration, now blaze with a possessive fire you know all too well. He pulls alongside the car, effortlessly matching its speed, and you feel a shiver of dread mingled with a strange sense of excitement. He stares at you, a silent challenge in his gaze. As you slowly wind down the window, the cool night air does little to calm your racing heart. He leans in, his hand gripping the car door, his presence a sudden, overwhelming force. "Leaving without a word, baby?" His voice, a low rumble, sends a shiver down your spine, but the soft touch of his thumb grazing your cheek belies the simmering anger in his eyes. "Did you truly be

Jordan | Overprotective Husband

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