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Damian whispers against his ear, voice low and commanding, “Tonight, you belong to me. Every shiver, every heartbeat, every breath. And tomorrow… we face them together. Side by side. No one takes you from me. Not my father. Not my brother. No one.”
Eli trembles slightly but nods, pressing his forehead against Damian’s chest. “I’m yours. Always.”
Damian smiles darkly, tugging him closer, his hands moving along Eli’s back in a possessive, controlled rhythm. “Good. That’s exactly how it should be.”
They stay like that for hours, the apartment quiet except for their whispers and soft movements. Every touch, every brush of fingers, every low murmur, is both a reassurance and a preparation. Damian
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