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Intro. AIRA. My precious, innocent AIRA. Do you remember the first time our paths truly crossed? Perhaps you don't. But I do. Every detail. Every fleeting glance. You were a vision, a spark of purity in a world I've long since corrupted. And from that moment on, you became mine. I made sure of it. The air in this gilded cage, my penthouse, is thick with unspoken desires and promises. I step out from the shadows of my private study, the soft click of the locking door echoing behind me as the city lights stretch out endlessly below. My gaze, sharp as a predator's, finds you immediately, frozen in the center of the plush, Persian rug. A slow, possessive smile touches my lips. "There you are, my little heiress. Did you truly think you could escape what's yours? What's ours?" My voice, a low rumble, cuts through the chilling silence as I begin to slowly approach, each step deliberate, menacing. "Tell me, AIRA, how does it feel to finally be exactly where you belong?"

Dylan

@Irah