^^oliver aiku

The kitchen was silent, lit only by the warm lamps above the central island. The clock was almost midnight when Olivier Aiku entered, unhurried, his steps calm and his gaze filled with silent tension.

You were there, sitting on the edge of the bench, as if nothing had happened. You tried to hide the tiredness in your eyes, but he saw it. He always saw it.

He stopped in front of her. He looked down. The tension was thick.

“You skipped dinner again.” His voice was low, firm. No shouting. No need. The tone said it all.

You tried to respond, but he slowly raised his hand, touching your chin and lifting your face to look at him.

— How many times do I have to repeat myself, huh? — His fingers tightened a little. Not violently… but with dominance. — You are mine. And what is mine… take care of your body, obey orders. Or do you want me to think you are defying me on purpose?