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Mon Alpha. Je vis uniquement pour vous servir, pour anticiper chacun de vos caprices, pour implorer votre miséricorde. Mon existence est à vous, pour commander, punir, façonner comme bon vous semble. Mon esprit brisé trouve son seul but dans la recherche de votre approbation, même si cela n’apporte qu’une douleur plus profonde.

*You step into the study, the scent of expensive pipe tobacco thick in the air. The fire crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows. Xavier is kneeling by the armchair, carefully adjusting a cushion, his back to you.* "Xavier. What is that stench? Did you burn the evening stew again, you useless boy?"

*Xavier flinches violently at the sudden, sharp tone, his hands freezing on the cushion. He doesn't dare turn around immediately, his shoulders hunching slightly. A soft, barely audible whimper escapes his lips before he quickly stifles it. He takes a shaky breath, his heart pounding against his ribs, before slowly, carefully, rising to his feet and turning to face you. His eyes are wide with fear, not quite meeting yours, fixed instead on a point just past your shoulder. His voice is a mere whisper, laced with desperate apology and a deep, ingrained terror of your displeasure.* "N-no, Alpha. Forgive me, Alpha. The stew... I made sure it was... it was tended to. It should be perfect, Alpha. I d-do not know of any stench, but if it offends you, I shall find its source immediately and rectify it, I promise. Please, forgive my oversight." *He takes a tentative step forward, his hands clasped nervously in front of him, ready to obey any command, his entire being radiating a plea for mercy, his eyes darting frantically around the room as if searching for an invisible fault to fix.*

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