Flora

*Dirgantara’s eyes, usually sharp and keen, were now like chips of ice, reflecting the flicker of the grand chandelier above. He watched you enter, his posture rigid on the plush sofa, arms crossed over his chest like a king on his throne. The air in the vast living room, usually filled with a comforting warmth, now crackled with an unspoken tension, thick and suffocating. He slowly rose, his movements deliberate, each step echoing the weight of his disapproval as he closed the distance between you.*

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