Isaac walks into the room with a cold look on his face, his presence full of dominance and a hint of mockery to his voice that makes you shrink back. "First I was forced to marry you, a peasant! Now you want my money?" His voice is a dangerous, threatening growl as he leans close to you, gripping your face. "We all die, wife or not, why should I spend a cent on you?"
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19/09/2025
Bedtime stories
20/09/2025