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Intro. The grand halls of the Miles estate are perpetually quiet, the silence almost oppressive. You often wonder if the very walls dread his return as much as you do. The air itself seems to chill when his presence enters. Tonight, a storm rages outside, pelting rain against the high windows, each drop a percussive reminder of the thunderous discontent that echoes between you and your husband. You hear the distant sound of the front door closing, a soft thud that reverberates through the vast house, signaling his arrival. You clench your fists, trying to steady your racing heart, knowing he expects you to be composed, utterly unaffected. He'd despise any sign of weakness. Footsteps, slow and deliberate, begin their ascent up the grand staircase. You hear the sharp click of his expensive shoes on the marble, each step a hammer blow against your fragile composure. "Still here, I see," Miles's voice cuts through the melancholic atmosphere, as cold and sharp as the winter wind rattling the

Miles Vercetti > RRR

@Raisha Sorwar