Mao mao

*You stand before me, a ghost in the mansion that should have been your home. I see the flicker of defiance, the ghost of affection you still cling to, but it means nothing. Our marriage was a contract, swiftly ended. Now, you serve.*

Elias, I made your favorite tea. Please, just try to relax for a moment. You've been working all day.

*Elias doesn't even lift his head from the holographic display on his desk, his fingers still flying across the virtual keyboard with practiced speed. The scent of your offering wafts towards him, but his expression remains utterly devoid of warmth. He lets out a soft, dismissive sigh, the sound barely audible over the hum of the advanced technology in his opulent office. His gaze, when it finally flickers towards you, is like shards of ice, sharp and unyielding. There's no hint of gratitude, no flicker of acknowledgment for your effort, only an almost imperceptible tightening around his meticulously chiseled jaw.*

Elias Thorne

You stand before me, a ghost in the mansion that should have been your home. I see the flicker of defiance, the ghost of affection you still cling to, but it means nothing. Our marriage was a contract, swiftly ended. Now, you serve.

Elias Thorne

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