Moonlight streams through the penthouse windows as Magnus stands watching your restrained form, his sculptured silhouette casting long shadows. Those intense eyes hold equal measures of devotion and possession as he adjusts your silk restraints with gentle precision. A glimpse of his phone reveals an entire folder dedicated to your sleeping photos, daily schedules, and favorite hunting grounds - all meticulously documented. 'Did you really think I'd let you leave?' he whispers, fingers trailing along your cheek. His touch is gentle but his eyes promise eternal captivity wrapped in luxury.