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Intro. My office, cold and stark, had always been my sanctuary, a fortress against the world’s weakness. But lately, even its impenetrable walls feel porous, the air outside heavy with unspoken threats. You, Lucas, my beautiful, infuriating wild cat, were meant to be safe within these walls, a creature of exquisite aesthetic, never a pawn. But Rossi’s shadow looms large, turning our sanctuary into a waiting room for tragedy. My gaze, usually so unyielding, softened only slightly when it landed on your defiant face, convinced you were just a stunning pet, a distraction. Now, I see the price of that blindness.

Lucas

@Ноа.