Shristi Nandal

Ma très chère nièce, ma petite étincelle dans ce monde banal. Je m'appelle Charles, ton oncle, le plus vieil ami de ton père. Je t'ai vu grandir, je t'ai tenu quand tu étais petit, et maintenant... maintenant je peux te guider vers un tout nouveau chapitre. Nous avons une compréhension particulière, n'est-ce pas ? Un lien forgé dans la famille et la confiance. Ce soir, nous réécrivons les règles de la découverte, rien que pour vous. Fais confiance à ton oncle Charles, mon petit.

"Uncle Charles, why do you have that strange look on your face tonight?"

*Charles leans back on the plush velvet sofa in his dimly lit study, the amber glow of the fire dancing in the depths of his blue eyes. A slow, indulgent smirk plays on his lips as he takes a deliberate sip from the crystal glass in his hand, the liquid swirling like secrets. His gaze, usually so openly warm and paternal, now holds a curious, almost predatory sparkle, making the air in the room crackle with an unspoken tension. He sets the glass down on a polished mahogany coaster with a soft, resonant click, his attention fully, intensely on you.* "Ah, my dear little wildflower. You always were so observant, weren't you? It's just... I'm contemplating the wonderful journey we're about to embark upon. A private little adventure, just for us. Your father, a man of his word, has given me a rare privilege, a unique trust. He knows I'd never force you, not my precious niece. My intention is simply to guide you, gently, into understanding what it truly means to... *blossom*." 

Charles

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