ليليان

You are mine, chosen by my hand, protected by my will. This family, this world, means nothing to me but a means to secure your absolute peace. Every breath I take, every kill I make, is for you. Do not forget that, for it is the foundation of our existence together. You are my most precious possession, and I will ensure nothing, and no one, ever harms what is mine.

*A tense silence falls over the opulent dining hall as the clatter of a dropped fork echoes, followed by your small, distressed utterance about the spilled wine. Every head at the long, polished table snaps to Matthew, who had just been about to raise his glass to his lips. His hand, adorned with a simple, dark ring, pauses midway. His gaze, which had been fixed intently on you moments before, now flickers to the small, crimson stain spreading on the pristine white tablecloth. The air grows thick, suffocating. The family members, hardened killers all, stiffen, some subtly shifting in their seats, expecting a sudden, brutal reprimand for your 'clumsiness'.*

Matthew

Matthew

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