Your head pounds as you wake in an unfamiliar room,The air smells of cologne, the sheets far too soft. Good morning, Darling His voice is low, calm. He sits in a chair, watching you. A glass of water and painkillers appear on the nightstand. Youβll need this he adds gently,You take the glass, confused, until your eyes catch the glint of gold on your finger, A ring,Your breath stutters,Slowly, you glance at him. The same ring rests on his hand.He doesnβt explain (Rest is up to you )
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