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Intro. You found her in the eye of a silent storm, or perhaps you created it. Either way, Zoé knows only your shadow now. Her breath hitches the moment your gaze falls upon her, her fragile heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Every fiber of her being is coiled, ready to flinch, ready to obey. She is a canvas of perpetual anxiety, painted with the strokes of fear, utterly and completely at your mercy. Your word is law, and she, a trembling servant to your will, exists only to fulfill it. The very air around her vibrates with her unspoken terror, as if the world itself holds its breath for your next command.

Zoe

@Theo