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Rodolphus sat in his office room

Comtemplating his next move.
Rodolphus had power, he could bend anyone to his will just like his brother but he was stronger.

As he sat there, he couldn't stop thinking about their soulmate, his princess, Ambrosia Potter. Her name rang in his head like a catchy tune. She was beautiful, with her long , glossy hair and striking avada kedavra green eyes. But what made her truly irresistible was her stubborn defiance and fierce determination.

Ambrosia despised the fact that her soulmates were Death Eaters. She refused to be a pawn in anyone's games. She was a free spirit that was cage by the light, she was never able to follow her own path, she was following the wrong side without knowing. Yet she was very alluring to Rodolphus and Rabastan.

They had watched her from afar for years,always waiting for the right moment to make their move and they did. But even if she denied them, they will do everything to her theirs.

Rodolphus and Rabastan shared everything. They were a unified forced, a powerful duo. They will make sure Ambrosia stay away from the light at any cost. They will make her see that their way were right way.

Ambrosia's stubbornness and ferocity only made her more attractive to them both. They relished the thought of  breaking down her defences, of making her theirs. They would show her who was truly in control. They had waited for her and will stop at nothing to have her.

Their will to possessed her is much      more stronger that anything, the thought of another touching her  enraged them, they would die for her but also kill without hesitation.
  Such was the paradoxical essence of the Lestrange brother's possessive love for Ambrosia.
They were fiercely territorial, guarding her with a fanaticism that bothered on the edge of madness. Their madness can be greatly compared to the BLACK's.
The mere thought of harm beffaling her
Sent a cold shiver down their spine, igniting a murderous rage that knew no bounds.

Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrane would lay down their lives in a heartbeat to protect Ambrosia from ant threats, real or imagined. Their loyalty knew no bounds, their devotion to her eclipsing all other obligations or loyalties. They were more than willing to go to extremes lengths to keep her safe, their possessiveness fueling a primal an instinct that bordered on obsession.

Their protectiveness, however, had a dark side. For the Lestrange brothers, possessiveness means asserting dominance, exerting control over Anbrosia's life. They would go to savage lengths to eliminae any perceived threats, real or imagined, preemtively striking down those who they believed
could harm her. Their love were possessive and dangerous, a volatile mixtured that stoked the fires of their deadly devotion.

In the twisted dance of darkness they engaged in, their possessiveness were both a curse and a shield. It bounded
  them to Ambrosia in twisted ways, casting them as her guardians, her saviours, her captors and her deadly protectors. They were her devoted servants and her possessors whenever she would like it or not, they will cherished her as their prized possession
while simultaneously imprisoning her in a gilded cage of their own creation.

But amisted the chaos and violence  they would caused, there would be moments of tenderness and vulnerability. In the quiet depths 
of the night, when the flames of their possessiveness simmered, a glimpse of genuine love will emerged. They always will longed to see her smile, to express a genuine expression of joy that will not be tainted by the darkness that surrounded them.

Their possessiveness is not driven solely by a desire to control, but also by an overwhelming fear of losing her. The thought of another's touch upon her skin ignited a primal jealousy deep within their souls. They yearned for her affection, her love, and their possessiveness was an attemp to secure her heart for themselves alone.

In the depths of their possessive love, the Lestrange brothers and Ambrosia existed in a dark symphony of violence and desire.
They were bound together by a connection that transcended reasons, entangled in a dance of passion and obsession. And in the midst of this tumultuous union, they would neither break under the weight of their possessiveness or find redemption in a love that allowed for growth, trust and the freedom to choose...

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