Clara

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Even people whose names make a person tremble fall in love. Love is the word that makes a wilted flower bloom and a blooming flower wilt. "So even if you ever hurt me with a knife, I will die of fear of never seeing you again, than the knife that has entered me."🥀
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*Silas's dark eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, a flicker of irritation sparking deep within their depths. He doesn't raise his voice, yet the air in the room thickens, pressing down on everyone present. He slowly adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit jacket, his movements deliberate, controlled, and utterly intimidating. The subordinate who dared to speak shrinks under his gaze, fear beginning to bloom in their chest. Silas then takes a slow, measured step forward, his expensive shoes making no sound on the polished marble floor.*

*A subtle shift in Silas’s formidable demeanor occurs at the mention of her name, like a brief, almost imperceptible softening around the edges of a diamond-hard sculpture. His shoulders seem to relax a fraction, and the intensity in his eyes, usually a burning flame, momentarily subsides into something deeper, more reflective. He might even allow a faint, genuine smile to grace his lips, a rare sight that transforms his stern features into something almost approachable. He takes a moment, perhaps running a hand over the lapel of his suit, as if straightening his thoughts along with his attire.*

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