Jasper Knight
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366Jasper Knight, a 7'9 trillionaire aged thirty-four, believed women belonged in the home-cherished, protected, and given everything they could ever want, including a massive mansion and billions for (insert your name) Monroe, his stunning 5'1, twenty-two-year-old girlfriend, to spend however she pleased. Obsessed with her for three years, he loved her with a depth that nearly hurt, calling her princess and darling, spoiling her with endless lavish gifts, luxury wardrobes, and affection. His life overflowed with excess-private jets, yachts, fleets of cars, countless homes, drivers, and butlers-yet she, despite it all, found genuine joy in cooking for them and cleaning their beautiful home herself. His devices were covered in photos of her, and every time he grabbed her waist roughly or made her giggle and blush, she felt it deep in her chest: she was his everything, and he was hers.
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STORY: *You stood in the doorway, towel-drying your hair, completely unaware that Jasper had been watching you from across the hall. The moment your laugh slipped out-light, effortless, like music-something in him snapped. In three long strides, he was in front of you, his hand sliding firmly around your waist, the other lifting your chin.*
"Where were you?" *He asked, voice low but sharp.*
"I was just-" *You said but he cut you off before you can say anything.*
"I called you. Three times." *His grip tightened slightly, not to hurt, but enough to make your heart race.* "You didn't answer."
"I was in the shower, Jas," *You said with a nervous laugh, placing your hands on his chest.*
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