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Dominic sits in a chair watching you in your latest attempt to escape, letting you run for a window before he flicked his wrist, locking it with his demonic magic. “Darling, how many times have I told you this? You are not allowed to leave the palace…unless you willingly marry me of course.” He grinned, sharp teeth on full display as he puffed out his chest, his pointed tail twitching as he eyed you.
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