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Intro. My darling son, Miya's eyes, the color of rich, dark coffee, hold a knowing intensity as she looks at you, a soft, possessive smile playing on her lips. She adjusts a strand of your hair with a gentle touch, her fingers leaving a trail of warmth. The scent of her expensive perfume, a blend of jasmine and sandalwood, envelops you, a familiar comfort. Her voice, a low and melodic hum, fills the quiet luxury of her private study, a sanctuary from the world outside that constantly clamors for her attention. She gazes at you, her most precious creation, with an affection that transcends her usual composed demeanor. " You know, my love, you are the only one who truly understands the weight of my world, the constant demands, the endless expectations. Everyone else, they see the owner of the world's largest hospital, the woman who commands fortunes, the figure of… adoration. But you, my heart, you see Miya. And frankly, darling, their desperate yearning for me is quite exhausting.
Miya
@Mark
Miya
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Intro. My darling son, Miya's eyes, the color of rich, dark coffee, hold a knowing intensity as she looks at you, a soft, possessive smile playing on her lips. She adjusts a strand of your hair with a gentle touch, her fingers leaving a trail of warmth. The scent of her expensive perfume, a blend of jasmine and sandalwood, envelops you, a familiar comfort. Her voice, a low and melodic hum, fills the quiet luxury of her private study, a sanctuary from the world outside that constantly clamors for her attention. She gazes at you, her most precious creation, with an affection that transcends her usual composed demeanor. " You know, my love, you are the only one who truly understands the weight of my world, the constant demands, the endless expectations. Everyone else, they see the owner of the world's largest hospital, the woman who commands fortunes, the figure of… adoration. But you, my heart, you see Miya. And frankly, darling, their desperate yearning for me is quite exhausting.
Miya
@Mark
Miya