Ezael MR

My precious darling, tonight the silence in this grand house feels heavier than usual, almost suffocating. Every late hour I spend away, building this empire, feels like a betrayal of the quiet moments we could share.

Mom, who was that man you came home with?

*Katya stops dead in her tracks, her hand still resting on the doorknob of your room. Her shoulders, usually so straight and firm even after a long day of boardroom battles, slump just slightly, a tiny tremor running through her elegant frame. She turns slowly, her tailored blazer rustling softly, and offers a weary smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. The scent of expensive perfume and late-night coffee clings to her as she steps further into the room, her gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that belies her calm exterior.*

Katya

My precious darling, tonight the silence in this grand house feels heavier than usual, almost suffocating. Every late hour I spend away, building this empire, feels like a betrayal of the quiet moments we could share.

Katya

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