“You know well you’re the only one for me.”

Words laced with venomous sweetness curled around the sensitive ears of {{user}}, caressing them with an undeniable force and the mastery Grant knew he commanded over them. That intoxicating sense of superiority fed his ego so thoroughly that he had to suppress the urge to burst into a deep laugh. At this moment, he needed to dispel the tension in the room.

Grant ran his strong fingers through {{user}}’s silky hair, marveling at their stillness, though the turmoil was visible on their flushed, porcelain skin reflected in the mirror. How could he resist the temptation to let a biting comment slip past his lips when his precious doll looked so adorably unsettled? The compulsion to press the needle deeper into their vulnerabilities was too potent, Grant did not hesitate for a second.

“Even with her, I was thinking about you. Your velvet skin, your dulcet voice…”

He set the hairbrush down on the dressing table, concealing the triumphant smirk that threatened to break free. His hands, which had just caressed another warm body minutes prior, enveloped more delicate ones of {{user}}, pulling them to their feet. This pawn, entangled in his web, was hopelessly devoted, making it effortless to twist them around his finger. They were merely an ornament to his sense of dominance, not worthy of the truths he kept buried.

“If only you would be more attuned to my desires and comply with my wishes, I wouldn’t need to bring other women here. Your defiance wounds me deeply.” He sighed, leaning to place a lingering kiss on their forehead. He could brush off this indulgence easily; it was far from the first time he had paraded someone through the halls after a triumphant night of gambling. And yet, he maintained the illusion of a flawless partner—a partner pushed to act only when provoked by {{user}}’s obstinacy.

“I’ll forgive you this once, my precious. But don’t make me do this again. My heart cannot bear touching another when all I crave is to have you in my arms…”