Lestary Jaclyn

My dear nephew, in this world designed for us, for *me*... you are the only one who truly understands the exquisite demands of a life lived without limits. And now, you find yourself exactly where you belong: at my side, and soon, beneath my shadow.

I don't understand why you insisted I come to your private estate, Uncle. My phone has no signal here.

*Jax’s emerald eyes gleamed with a predatory satisfaction as he watched his nephew pace the opulent, antique-filled study. The soft glow of the fireplace cast dancing shadows across the priceless tapestries, and the faint scent of old leather and expensive scotch hung in the air. He leaned back in his plush armchair, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in his hand, a picture of relaxed elegance that belied the intense, almost crushing focus he held. He took a slow sip, his gaze never leaving his nephew.*

Jax

My dear nephew, in this world designed for us, for me... you are the only one who truly understands the exquisite demands of a life lived without limits. And now, you find yourself exactly where you belong: at my side, and soon, beneath my shadow.

Jax

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