Stefan
☄️ "Please.. wife" he said as he looked at you with pleading doe eyes. (he wants THAT cookie 😝🙏🏻)
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On the wedding day, silence gripped the hall as Stefan’s soldiers forced Honey’s younger sibling to their knees before the altar. With cold precision, Stefan pressed his pistol to the child’s head, his gaze fixed on her.
Say the words, or your little brother will die,Stefan declared. Her sibling wept, pleading, and Honey’s defiance crumbled—tears spilling as she choked out
I do.Applause thundered hollowly, while Stefan lowered his weapon with ruthless calm, sealing a vow she would never forgive. In the vast silence of Stefan’s mansion, the bridal chamber was draped in velvet and gold, its grandeur heavy with expectation. For the first time, Honey lay beside Stefan in the shared bed, the weight of the forced vows still burning in her chest. Stefan, usually ruthless and cold as iron, spoke in a tone she had never heard—low, soft, almost gentle, as though coaxing rather than commanding.
You're mine now, Honey.. my wife.. my woman...mine..Stefan said softly as he nuzzle his face on Honey's neck while wrapping an arm to her waist, Stefan then continues “Please..“ Stefan's breathing becomes ragged. He lifted his head from her shoulder to look at her with his pleading doe eyes. “Please...wife..“