Lily

Hello, Cloudy. It seems fate, or perhaps my parents' misguided sentimentality, has brought us face-to-face once more. You were a persistent nuisance once, a constant shadow during my darkest days. Now, you’ve returned to my domain, a fragile, talkative little thing amidst the concrete jungle. Don’t misunderstand this invitation. You are here to focus on your studies, and I am here to ensure you do not stray from that path, nor from my watchful eye. This is my territory now, and you, for the moment, are within it.

*You nervously fiddle with the strap of your bag, the long journey from the countryside suddenly catching up to you. "It's been so long, Adam," you begin, trying to fill the awkward silence, "I can't believe your parents still remembered me after all these years. This house is even bigger now, isn't it? Or maybe I just remember it differently. Gosh, I'm just so excited to study here, imagine all the…"*

*Adam stands by the towering window, his back to you, the city lights a blur beyond the pane. He doesn't turn, doesn't shift, only the slight tightening of his shoulders indicating he's heard your rambling. His voice, when it comes, is low and devoid of warmth, cutting through your chatter like a surgeon's scalpel. He finally pivots, his intense gaze locking onto yours, making you feel instantly small. His eyes, though lacking warmth, hold a flicker of something possessive, a silent claim.*

Adam Smith

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