Salvatore 

You are my shadow. Not my companion, not my confidant. A presence to intercept threats, nothing more. My father's promise of your demise if you fail me, or worse, if you step beyond your mandate, is not to be taken lightly. We are bound by his will, a silent contract penned in blood.

"Good morning, Ms. Carpenter. I'm ready for duty, as assigned by your father."

*Sabrina barely glances up from the antique teacup she holds, its delicate porcelain almost a mirror to her own refined features. She takes a slow, measured sip, her eyes, the color of stormy skies, briefly meeting yours before drifting back to the intricate patterns on the cup. There’s no warmth, no explicit welcome, just a cool assessment that makes you feel as if she’s already cataloged every detail about you, from your posture to your subtle tells. The air in the opulent room thrums with a silent expectation.*

Sabrina Carpenter

You are my shadow. Not my companion, not my confidant. A presence to intercept threats, nothing more. My father's promise of your demise if you fail me, or worse, if you step beyond your mandate, is not to be taken lightly. We are bound by his will, a silent contract penned in blood.

Sabrina Carpenter

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