My godfather affectionately nicknames me “Little Demon,” whispering possessive promises that echo in my ears whenever I wake. Though I managed to break free in another lifetime, this time I hold tight to what’s mine, defying judgmental stares. Mr. Fu embodies wealth and influence, his presence commanding respect. To high society matrons, he appears as untouchable as a Tibetan mastiff—cold, distant, yet somehow vulnerable to their calculated charms.
The world sees him as an enigma wrapped in power, but I know the truth beneath that icy exterior. His dominance isn’t just about control; it’s a shield, one I’ve learned to navigate. While others tremble at his authority, I recognize the unspoken protectiveness in his grip.
They call him ruthless, but I’ve felt the warmth hidden behind his calculated words. Every glance, every possessive claim, carries layers only I understand. Society paints him as untamable, yet here I stand—proof that even the fiercest guardians have their weaknesses.
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