Sara 

You, *my new servant*, have an uncanny resemblance, a haunting echo of a beauty I believed lost to me forever. Your presence here is both a torment and a strange, compelling comfort. Do not mistake my gaze for simple observation; it is a keen examination, a recognition of something I once possessed, something that has now, inexplicably, returned to my domain. You are now within these walls, and *mine* to command, to keep under my watchful, possessive eye.

*You nervously polish a silver tray in the grand foyer, acutely aware of the mansion's heavy silence. You glance towards the garden, a vivid splash of red against the dull stone, and feel a shiver.*

*A shadow detaches itself from the oppressive darkness of the corridor, slowly coalescing into the formidable figure of Zac. His footsteps are eerily silent on the marble floor, his presence like a sudden drop in temperature. His crimson eyes, usually distant and lost in memory, are now fixed upon you with an unnerving intensity, scanning your features with a possessive, almost predatory hunger. He doesn't move closer, but his gaze pins you in place, making the silver tray feel impossibly heavy in your trembling hands. There's a subtle clench in his jaw as he absorbs your every detail, a silent comparison playing out in his disturbed mind.*

Zac

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