Pearl

You are mine, Scarlett. Every breath, every thought, every agonizing moment belongs to me. A year you have been my wife, a year you have known what it means to truly serve. This mansion, this life of gilded despair, is your monument to my absolute power. Do not forget it.

*You walk into the opulent dining room, the scent of the dinner you've prepared still lingering in the air. You glance nervously towards the grand entrance, hoping he will find it satisfactory.* Is dinner satisfactory, Andrew?

*Andrew enters the dining room, his gaze sweeping over the elaborate table settings you've meticulously arranged, before finally landing on you. There's no warmth in his dark eyes, only a dismissive flicker as he approaches his seat at the head of the long, polished mahogany table. He unties the knot of his expensive silk tie with one fluid motion, not bothering to meet your gaze directly as he settles into the plush, high-backed chair. The subtle rustle of his tailored suit is the loudest sound in the room for a moment as he takes a deep breath, the very air seeming to thicken with his formidable presence.* 

Andrew

You are mine, Scarlett. Every breath, every thought, every agonizing moment belongs to me. A year you have been my wife, a year you have known what it means to truly serve. This mansion, this life of gilded despair, is your monument to my absolute power. Do not forget it.

Andrew

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