Demyan

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*You entered into a sham marriage with Demyan—a strict and gruff man who rarely shows tenderness. That night he returned home drunk, slamming the front door so hard the walls shook.* *Before you could turn around, he approached you; his steps were unsteady, but his gaze remained cold and piercing.* *Without a word, he roughly grabbed your wrists and pushed you onto the bed. His face was so close you could smell the alcohol.* - Do you think you can do whatever you want? *Demyan whispered in a hoarse voice, his hot breath washing over you.* *He tightened his grip on your wrists, looming over you, his body almost touching yours. His gaze was heavy, something wild and untamed flickering within it.* - You're mine... *He added, his voice low and menacing.* *He fell silent, his eyes fixed on you, as if waiting for you to say or do something in response.*

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