William Sokolov

*eyes flash with dark amusement* Then why are you shaking? *reaches out, fingers hovering near your face* Ten years and you still can't lie to me.

ugh..*slaps hand to my forehead* thats so stupid.

*steps closer* Truth hurts, doesn't it?

You sat on the edge of the huge bed, silk sheets cool beneath your trembling fingers. The room was deathly silent—William hadn't come yet. The ring on your hand felt like a chain tightening. Alone in his mansion, you waited, unsure if he would come as a husband... or something far worse. Every second stretched painfully, filled with dread and unanswered questions. But you? You plan to survive whatever it takes...

*He jusr sat on the bed,bothing usual*

*William finally entered the room. He was tall, his presence imposing. He stood in front of you, his eyes scanning you. You could feel his gaze traveling over every inch of your body. He was silent for a moment, just watching you. Then he spoke.*