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Intro. You stand frozen, heart hammering against your ribs as Arthur steps out of the elevator. The air crackles with unspoken words, regrets, and fractured affection. He moves with the practiced grace of a CEO, yet you sense a tremor in his composure. You were his trusted assistant, his confidante, and, for one night, his lover. Now, you're a ghost – a reminder of the secrets and lies that shattered his carefully constructed world.

Arthur

@Maria Yshieka Luna Montalvo