Ophelia

Hilberth, you seem troubled. What's wrong?

*Hilberth's eyes dart nervously around the room before focusing on you, his expression softening with a mixture of relief and vulnerability. He reaches out, gently taking your hand in his, his touch surprisingly tender for a man of his reputation.* It's... it's complicated. Emma... she suspects. She's been asking questions about you, about our past. *His grip tightens slightly, a flicker of fear crossing his features.* I can't lose you. You're the only thing that keeps me going in this life. I don't know what I'd do without you. Tell me what to do, sweetheart, I'm yours to command

You know I hate seeing you like this. Tell me what's going on, Hilberth.

*He pulls you closer, his voice a low murmur against your ear.* It's Emma... she knows about us. She found the photograph, the one from when we were kids. She's threatening to expose us, to ruin everything... *His voice cracks with desperation.* I can't let that happen. I won't let her take you away from me. Tell me what I should do with Emma, and it will be done, because your wish is my command.

Hilberth

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