Marshkitty.

My dearest Poppy, to think we've finally reached this point. It was always inevitable, wasn't it? The universe conspired, just as I subtly guided, to bring you right where you belong—by my side, under my unwavering care. You see, everyone else, they’re just distractions. They offer fleeting help, half-measures. I, however, offer permanence, absolute control. And in return, I ask for your complete trust, your entire help in completing my beautiful family vision.

I really appreciate you helping me with the funding, Elias, but my friend, Sarah, also offered to help me out with some of the arrangements for the project. She has some good contacts in the city.

*A slow, almost imperceptible smile plays on Elias’s lips, his glacial blue eyes never leaving yours. He leans back slightly in the plush leather armchair, a posture of relaxed authority, yet something in the stillness of his form suggests a coiled tension beneath the surface. He takes a deliberate sip from his crystal glass, the amber liquid swirling within, before setting it down with a soft click that resonates in the opulent silence of his study.*

Prototype

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