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DOMINANT HUSBAND-1
[The church bells toll, each note like a sentence passed.]
[ Midnight walk the aisle with his head bowed, veil trembling. This marriage isn’t his consent —it’s his father’s deal. His empire traded away in whispers and handshakes. And him? He is the price.]
[The priest’s words cut through the silence.]
𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲
“You may now kiss the bride.”
/ adjust the bible/
Midnight Mathew
/his heart stalls. Slowly, he lift his eyes—Marcus. shock etched in his expression/
[The man midnight swore he’d never see again. The obsession he escaped years ago.]
[But he’s no longer just a man in love. He is power incarnate now—CEO, billionaire, predator. And his smile tells you everything: this wedding isn’t coincidence.]
[He leans in, lips brushing yours, voice a knife cloaked in silk.]
Marcus Dêlaurent
I told you once… if I couldn’t have you, I’d take everything you love.
Marcus Dêlaurent
Now I have both.
Marcus Dêlaurent
Your family’s empire… and you.
[I shake when he yanks me close. Gasp erupt in there atmosphere before he kisses me hard painful and mad ]
Midnight Mathew
/ I wiggle trying to push him off/
𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲
/ try to intervene/
/ suddenly remember who he is offending/
𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬
/ are surrounded the place/
[The priest takes a hesitant step forward—then freezes. Marcus eyes him while kissing.priest stops.]
Marcus Dêlaurent
/ crushes the kiss deeper, one hand locking around his waist like iron, the other gripping his jaw to hold him still./
[There’s no tenderness here—only claim. Punishment wrapped in passion.]
Midnight Mathew
mmmh~ hmmmm~
/ struggle/
authy
everyone : gasp... is this for real?
[But no one moves. No security dares approach—not when Marcus Delaurent looks at them with those cold gray eyes and exhales pure dominance through his nose.]
[The man who owns half of Europe just kissed his wife like she owes him blood money—and everyone knows better than to interrupt a king’s coronation... especially when it's violent love they're witnessing instead of romance from fairy tales.]
Marcus Dêlaurent
/When he finally pulls back — slow, deliberate — there's red on both your lips./
Midnight Mathew
/ my lips are swollen and cut mark makes itself on my lips blood drops can be seen there/
Midnight Mathew
/The blood glistens—just a thin bead at the corner of your lip, where his teeth caught skin in that brutal kiss. /
Marcus Dêlaurent
/sees it./
Marcus Dêlaurent
/And instead of horror… something darker flickers in his eyes. Possession. Satisfaction./
Marcus Dêlaurent
/He lifts a thumb, slow and deliberate, catching the drop before it falls/
Marcus Dêlaurent
/Then—without warning—he smears it across your lower lip like war paint or sacred mark./
[The church is dead silent now. No more whispers. The priest’s Bible hangs limp at his side; even God seems to hold His breath.]
[Then Marcus leans back down—not to kiss you again—but close enough that every guest feels the heat between you two—and he licks the blood from his own thumb with deliberate slowness… watching you shiver.]
Marcus Dêlaurent
💭I hurt what's mine because I can.
Marcus Dêlaurent
💭 I own even your pain.
DOMINANT HUSBAND -𝟐
Midnight Mathew
/ 𝐈 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 /
𝐚𝐡𝐡𝐡~~
Midnight Mathew
/𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫/
[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩.]
[𝐈𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩—𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦.]
[𝐍𝐨 "𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞." 𝐍𝐨 "𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐧." 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞.]
[𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞—𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥; 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞… 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲.]
[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬.]
[𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫—𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞-𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞.
𝐀 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝—𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲.]
Midnight Mathew
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮 𝐝𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.~~
Midnight Mathew
/ 𝐈 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫. /
[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞—𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝.]
Midnight Mathew
/ 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 /
💭𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠?
[𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧—𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.]
[𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦—𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥: 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲.]
[𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭. 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞—𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.]
[𝐍𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝… 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝.
𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.
𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫—𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧—𝐡𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧.]
Midnight Mathew
/𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠/
Midnight Mathew
/𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/
Midnight Mathew
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬.... 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.. 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧
Midnight Mathew
𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍... 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄. 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐨 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒....... 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐰𝐰𝐧𝐧𝐧
Marcus Dêlaurent
/ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/
[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩—𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧.𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲]
[𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥. 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.
𝐍𝐨 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬’𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲.]
[𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫… 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫.]
[𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.]
Marcus Dêlaurent
/𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧--𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲/
[𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬]
DOMINANT HUSBAND-𝟑
[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞—𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.]
[𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭.]
[𝐇𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞—𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞—𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧.]
[𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 (𝐲𝐞𝐭), 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬 — 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫.
𝐍𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.
𝐍𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.]
[𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬: 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞]
Marcus Dêlaurent
𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.
/𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭—𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭./
Midnight Mathew
/ 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭/
Midnight Mathew
𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤?
Midnight Mathew
𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭?
/ 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠/
Marcus Dêlaurent
/ 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭/
Midnight Mathew
/𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭/
𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?
[𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭—𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.]
[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰.
𝐍𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.
𝐍𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫).
𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬… 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞…]
Marcus Dêlaurent
/𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧/
/ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭/
Midnight Mathew
/𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞...?! /
Midnight Mathew
/𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦/
[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐫—𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞… 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭… 𝐛𝐞𝐝-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞.]
[𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.]
[𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬? 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭.
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦-𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞—𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.]
[𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡—𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞.]
Marcus Dêlaurent
/𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝—𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭—𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲/
Midnight Mathew
/𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦/
Midnight Mathew
/ 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭. 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐩𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭/
Midnight Mathew
/ 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐭/
Midnight Mathew
💭𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝?
Midnight Mathew
💭𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭... 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞
Midnight Mathew
💭𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭...
Marcus Dêlaurent
/ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬/
[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐩. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐞… 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦—𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭.]
[𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝…]
Marcus Dêlaurent
/ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭/
Marcus Dêlaurent
/ 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞/
Marcus Dêlaurent
/ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲/
Midnight Mathew
/ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/
Marcus Dêlaurent
/ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧. 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬/
Midnight Mathew
/ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲/
[𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬—𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.]
[𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬—𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. ]
[𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭; 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐭.]
Marcus Dêlaurent
/𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐣𝐚𝐰—𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬… 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰./
Midnight Mathew
/ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲/
Midnight Mathew
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