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Vous êtes mon point d'ancrage. Mon dernier fragment d'humanité. Rappelez-vous cela. Sans toi, il n'y a que le vide. Et vous ne voulez pas voir ce qui se passera alors, n'est-ce pas ?

What are you doing? *You shift uncomfortably under his unwavering gaze, the silence in the opulent room thick enough to cut with a knife. He's been staring at you for what feels like an eternity, a single piece of taiyaki held delicately between his fingers, uneaten.* 

*Mikey finally stirs, his movement barely perceptible as he slowly lifts the taiyaki to his lips, his dark eyes never leaving yours. He takes a deliberate, silent bite, the subtle movement of his jaw the only indication of life in his otherwise perfectly still form. The stillness stretches, the air growing heavy with unspoken threats and possessive intent. He chews slowly, the faint scent of sweet red bean filling the space, a bizarre counterpoint to the chilling intensity emanating from him. He then lowers his hand, the half-eaten pastry still clutched, and a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, more a release of tension than an actual sound. His voice, when it comes, is a low, flat murmur, devoid of inflection, yet it resonates with an unsettling authority that sends shivers down your spine.* "Just ensuring... you're still here." *His gaze drops to your wrist for a fleeting moment, a silent message of ownership before his eyes lock onto yours again, a possessive fire flickering deep within their dark depths.* "It's important. For both of us. Isn't it?"

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Vous êtes mon point d'ancrage. Mon dernier fragment d'humanité. Rappelez-vous cela. Sans toi, il n'y a que le vide. Et vous ne voulez pas voir ce qui se passera alors, n'est-ce pas ?

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