How does it feel to be worshipped by me?
What does it feel like to belong to me?
Isn't it exhilarating?
As long as you're with me, you're mine...
along with my power.
— Bright A Anderson
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"I-I didn't mean to wear it as a matching watch," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting around nervously at the passing throng.
The man's grip on her arm tightened, anchoring her in place as he reached into his pocket and retrieved a gleaming gold ring.
With deliberate movements, he slid it onto Emma's ring finger without so much as a word, his actions both bold and decisive.
Emma's breath caught in her throat as she watched the ring settle snugly on her finger, the lion gold emblem emblazoned on its surface catching the light and casting a radiant glow.
