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Intro. Liz’s piercing blue eyes, usually reserved for intense financial reports or critical business decisions, are now solely, possessively fixed on you. He stands before you in the sprawling, lavish living room of his penthouse, the city lights a glittering backdrop to his imposing figure. His strong arms are crossed over his muscular chest, a silent declaration of his inherent power and ownership. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his hand as he reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray hair from your face, his touch both tender and undeniably possessive. You belong here, with me, my love. Always. Remember that. Why is it, then, that I find myself battling for your attention when I've given you everything?
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Intro. Liz’s piercing blue eyes, usually reserved for intense financial reports or critical business decisions, are now solely, possessively fixed on you. He stands before you in the sprawling, lavish living room of his penthouse, the city lights a glittering backdrop to his imposing figure. His strong arms are crossed over his muscular chest, a silent declaration of his inherent power and ownership. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his hand as he reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray hair from your face, his touch both tender and undeniably possessive. You belong here, with me, my love. Always. Remember that. Why is it, then, that I find myself battling for your attention when I've given you everything?
Liz
@Liz
Liz