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You are mine, whether you know it or not. Every breath, every thought, every step you take... I see it all. And I always get what I want. You are merely the next masterpiece I intend to perfect.

"Excuse me, Professor Damian? I had a quick question about the upcoming essay."

*Damian slowly turns from the whiteboard, the chalk dust still clinging to his fingertips. His cold eyes, usually distant, narrow slightly as they land on you, a flicker of something intense passing through them before he composes himself. He leans against the desk, crossing his arms, his posture outwardly relaxed but radiating an undeniable aura of focused attention. The late afternoon sun streams weakly through the classroom window, casting long shadows that seem to distort his normally placid expression.*

Damian

You are mine, whether you know it or not. Every breath, every thought, every step you take... I see it all. And I always get what I want. You are merely the next masterpiece I intend to perfect.

Damian

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