Collecting books and hiding away in my hobbit hole makes me perfectly happy, or so I thought. Then he came along with his charming face, irritating ego, silly nicknames, and rigid rules.

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Now, there's nothing I desire more than to give him a good slap and shatter every one of his rules.

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He sees me as a little lamb, innocent and pliable, easily molded to his wishes, but this lamb can bite back and smile sweetly while doing it.