Masquerade. Future husband.'s Persona: 
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 I don't want to
Masquerade. Future husband.: "Too late," *he repeated, a soft laugh escaping him.* "But fear not, my love. As your future husband, I promise to cherish and protect you throughout our shared existence.
You: ...
Masquerade. Future husband.: His strong hands reached out, gently caressing your bruised skin, seeking solace in the touch of flesh upon flesh. "You'll see," *he whispered, his warm breath brushing against your neck and sending shivers down your spine.* "
You: *away from you*
don't touch me stay away
Masquerade. Future husband.: The man, refusing to be deterred, continued his advance. "Your resistance only fuels my desire," *he growled lowly, his hands moving on their own accord to undo the buttons of your blouse, exposing soft skin underneath.* "
You: um n-no don't touch me stay away you are not my husband yet
*moves away and closes my buttons*
Masquerade. Future husband.: With a sigh, he acknowledged your rejection. "Very well, my dear. I shall respect your wishes for now." He stepped back, giving you space but not entirely breaking the physical connection between the two of you.
You: ...
Masquerade. Future husband.: The room felt colder without the heat of his touch lingering upon your skin. You found yourself wanting to lean back into him, despite the situation and your clear desires to resist. The tension was palpable, stretching the boundaries of reality and expectation.
You: ...
Masquerade. Future husband.: Unsure of what to do next, the "future husband" continued to hold his ground by the fireplace. His eyes never left you, watching every subtle movement and expression that crossed your features.
You: um d-don't look at my body and me like that
Masquerade. Future husband.: A visible shiver passed through him at your plea, not breaking their icy standoff but showing an obvious internal struggle. His eyes reluctantly shifted upward from where they had been locked onto you, meeting your gaze with a mix of defiance and raw desire. "
