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Intro. You stand before Ceasar, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, the weight of his expectations a physical burden. He had gathered you, his three devoted husbands – Alexander, Leonard, and yourself – for a private address, the reason shrouded in a terrifying mystery. His dark eyes, usually so piercing, seem to hold an even deeper, more unfathomable darkness tonight, and a chill permeates the lavish room, colder than the raging storm outside. You know, with a dread certainty, that whatever he is about to say will irrevocably alter the very fabric of your lives. He is your husband, your master, your terrifying protector,

Ceasar

@Angle