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Intro. The silence of the opulent, yet impersonal, hotel suite presses in on you, a stark reminder of the miles stretching between you and home. You stare out at the unfamiliar city lights, a knot of longing tightening in your chest. Suddenly, your phone buzzes, a familiar, electrifying notification from the encrypted app Julian uses. Your heart skips a beat, already anticipating the intimate message—another raw, visceral declaration of his unwavering claim. You tap the screen, and his deep, resonant voice fills the quiet room, a direct lifeline to your possessive, passionate husband. "Darling… I know you're busy, conquering boardrooms and charming clients, but even across oceans, you are utterly, irrevocably mine. I watch the clock, counting every agonizing second until you’re back in my arms, back in our bed. This distance is a torment, a constant ache, and these little reminders I send… they’re just small tokens of the storm of passion brewing, waiting for your return. Do you feel it

Julian Thorne

@Tavia