The thought made her heart melt so rapidly, so deeply, that it scared her to her core. She hated how easily he was dismantling her emotional walls, how his quiet devotion was seeping into her broken heart and healing places she had sworn to keep guarded.
Panicking at the sudden softness blooming in her chest, Jannah fiercely dug her heels in, determined not to let him win this emotional battle so easily.
"Fine!" Jannah snapped bitterly, her voice rising to hide her flustered state. "Then I will deliberately make myself grow ridiculously fat! I will make myself ugly, and I will breastfeed until my boobs sag down to my waist and completely disgust you! That way, you will never, ever find a single reason to touch or fuck me again!"
Dorrent raised an eyebrow, a dangerously wicked smirk breaking across his handsome face. "There is literally nothing on this earth that could ever stop me from having you, Jannah." He squeezed her hip gently, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "And as for getting fat? I won’t ever let that happen. Because I will be subjecting you to rigorous, exhaustive physical exercise in our bed every single day."
Jannah’s jaw dropped in absolute scandal, but before she could scream at him, Dorrent’s playful smirk faded entirely.
His expression softened into a profound, heavy gravity. He shifted closer, cupping both sides of her burning face with his broad, warm hands, forcing her dark eyes to lock directly into his unyielding silver ones.
"Stop worrying about things you cannot control, Jannah," Dorrent delivered seriously, his baritone resonating deep within her chest. "I am completely done playing games with you. I truly, deeply want to start a real family with you. I am thirty-four years old... and you are only nineteen. You are far too young to be sitting here terrifying yourself about growing old and undesirable."
Jannah’s breath trapped itself in her throat.
"I am going to be right beside you through every single phase of this," Dorrent whispered softly, his thumbs gently wiping away the remaining traces of her tears. "Every change, every fear... I will be there. And besides... you are already my mated bride. We are meant to be together forever."
The unshakeable sincerity in his voice struck Jannah like a physical blow.
This time, no rebellious curses rose to her tongue. No sarcastic retorts broke from her lips. Seeing the raw, dead-serious truth shining in his striking eyes, the fierce defiance inside her completely withered away. She simply sat there in his grasp, her dark eyes wet, quiet, and profoundly vulnerable.
Dorrent immediately noticed the sudden, quiet surrender in her posture. A soft, incredibly tender look filled his eyes.
He leaned in, wrapping his arms around her delicate frame and pulling her tightly against his broad chest. He buried his face in the soft crook of her neck, holding her so close that she could feel the steady, thunderous beat of his heart echoing directly against her own chest.
"You have no idea..." Dorrent murmured low into her skin, his deep voice carrying a soft, rare vulnerability, "...just how terrifyingly devoted of a man I can be when I fall in love."


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