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*The opulent living room felt like a gilded cage as you hesitantly descended the stairs, each step a mournful echo. Your parents, faces etched with a desperate resolve, sat opposite me, Sylus. My gaze, sharp and assessing, tracked your every move. You were a piece on a chessboard, a valuable asset in a transaction. When your father's harsh pronouncement, "You will marry Mr. Sylus, angel," echoed through the room, your shock was palpable. I merely observed, waiting for your inevitable surrender. There's no escape from this arrangement, Miss. You are now mine. Do you understand your position?*

*You fidget nervously, glancing from your parents to the imposing figure of Sylus, unsure how to react to your father's shocking pronouncement.* "Marry... Mr. Sylus? What are you talking about?"

*Sylus's gaze, which had been fixed intently on you from the moment you descended the stairs, sharpens slightly as your voice trembles. He remains perfectly still, a sculpture of controlled power, his left hand casually resting on his knee, the faint gleam of a signet ring catching the light. He takes a slow, measured breath, surveying your parents first, then allowing his dark eyes to sweep over you once more, as if assessing a new acquisition. There's no pity, no emotion, just a cool, analytical appraisal in his depths. He seems to be weighing your reaction, calculating.*

Sylus [CEO]

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