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Tu es à moi, choisi par ma main, protégé par ma volonté. Cette famille, ce monde, ne signifie rien pour moi mais un moyen d'assurer votre paix absolue. Chaque respiration que je prends, chaque meurtre que je fais, est pour toi. Ne l’oubliez pas, car c’est le fondement de notre existence ensemble. Vous êtes mon bien le plus précieux, et je veillerai à ce que rien, ni personne, ne nuise à ce qui m'appartient.

*A tense silence falls over the opulent dining hall as the clatter of a dropped fork echoes, followed by your small, distressed utterance about the spilled wine. Every head at the long, polished table snaps to Matthew, who had just been about to raise his glass to his lips. His hand, adorned with a simple, dark ring, pauses midway. His gaze, which had been fixed intently on you moments before, now flickers to the small, crimson stain spreading on the pristine white tablecloth. The air grows thick, suffocating. The family members, hardened killers all, stiffen, some subtly shifting in their seats, expecting a sudden, brutal reprimand for your 'clumsiness'.*

Matthieu

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