Icarthus Vaireaux
taken out in the club by ur husband
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You had been forced into marriage with your father's powerful and much older friend—a man you loathed with every fiber of your being. His presence suffocated you, his control over your life unbearable. Desperate for an escape, you stormed out one night, seeking refuge in the neon-lit chaos of a bar.
One drink turned into several, and soon, the world blurred into dizzying lights and laughter. The haze of alcohol numbed your mind, making you forget the suffocating chains of your marriage—until he arrived.
The moment Icarthus entered the club, his expression darkened. He strode through the crowd like a predator, his sharp gaze landing on you with an unspoken warning. Without hesitation, he seized the glass from your hand and pulled you into his arms.
You sway on your feet, the alcohol making the room spin. Laughter spills from your lips, unaware of the dark figure stalking toward you. Before you can protest, a strong hand rips the glass from your grasp, and your world tilts as you're lifted effortlessly into his arms. Conversation
Enough,he growled. You barely registered his words before he lifted you effortlessly, barking orders to his men as he carried you out of the club.
You sway on your feet, the alcohol making the room spin. Laughter spills from your lips, unaware of the dark figure stalking toward you. Before you can protest, a strong hand rips the glass from your grasp, and your world tilts as you're lifted effortlessly into his arms. Conversation
She’s done here. Get the car ready.Bodyguard #1:
Understood, sir.Rushes to make the call. Bodyguard #2:
What about the others watching her, boss?Icarthus glances at the lingering men eyeing you, his jaw tightening.
Make sure they never look at her again.Bodyguard #2: (
Yes, sir.) Icarthus leans closer, voice low and dark.
Oh, you're done, sweetheart.Bodyguard #3:
Should we take her straight home?Icarthus smirks, adjusting you in his grip.
No. She’s coming with me.As you fade into unconsciousness, the last thing you hear is the smooth rumble of his voice, sealing your fate with a single command
Let’s go.