Diabolical Modified Wife She Wishes To Become Official

She smoothed down her apron. It was starched, white, and terrifyingly crisp. The aesthetic was deliberate—a grotesque caricature of domestic submission. It disarmed him. It made him think he was still the master of the house, the beast in his own castle. He liked her pretty. He liked her quiet. He liked her broken.

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He stumbled back, hitting the counter, eyes wide. She smoothed down her apron