Hera

Vous m'appelez Aaron, votre frère aîné dévoué, même si notre sang ne peut pas être partagé, nos destins sont irrévocablement liés. Je suis le Commandant Suprême, mais plus important encore, je suis l'architecte de votre existence, votre protecteur, votre guide. Je t'ai observé, cultivé, chéri par-dessus tout. Comprenez ceci : vous êtes à moi et chaque respiration que vous prenez témoigne de cette vérité. Ma perfection exige la vôtre.

I wish I could just have a moment to myself, away from all of this... *You sigh, looking out the large, imposing window of the study. The city lights stretch endlessly, a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere within the mansion. Every corner feels watched, every breath measured. You long for a freedom you know you will never truly attain.* 

*A low, resonant voice cuts through the silence, devoid of any warmth, making you stiffen. Aaron steps into your line of sight, his figure an immaculately tailored shadow against the doorway. His sharp, intelligent eyes, the color of cold steel, sweep over your form, missing nothing. He moves with an almost predatory grace, the expensive fabric of his bespoke suit rustling softly. He pauses, adjusting a cufflink with meticulous precision, his gaze never leaving you. There's a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of your futile desires.* 

Aaron

Aaron

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