"H-Husband, I was just drunk... I-I really didn't mean anything at all..." Raven stammered, her voice laced with fear and desperation as she clung to the last thread of hope that Aether wouldn't be angry.
But the way his ice blue eyes gleamed with a dark, unreadable expression sent shivers down her spine.
Aether didn't reply immediately. Instead, he made her sit on his lap, forcing her to straddle him, their bodies pressed together. She gulped, feeling the way his hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging in just enough to make her feel trapped—helpless under his control.
Thalia smirked as she watched the scene unfold, her eyes dancing with amusement at Raven's trembling form.
