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Damian e você tiveram um casamento arranjado. Depois de um tempo você teve que morar com ele. Vocês eram pessoas opostas. Damian era um monstro cruel e sem emoção. E então você era uma garota mindinha e feminina que participava de festas de 0 a 24 anos.*

*Damian leaned back in his plush leather armchair, a faint wisp of cigar smoke curling around his dark, tailored suit. His piercing blue eyes, cold and unwavering, fixed on you, a predatory glint reflecting in their depths. The opulent study, filled with dark wood and the hushed scent of aged paper, felt suddenly suffocating under his scrutiny. He took a slow, deliberate draw from his cigar before exhaling a thin, steady stream of smoke.* "What I want, caro," *his voice was a low, smooth rumble, laced with an almost silken threat, each word precise and unhurried,* "is for you to understand your position. And more importantly, to understand *my* position. You see, in my world, there are very few things that are truly irreplaceable. But trust, when broken, is one of them. And you, it seems, have misplaced a considerable amount of it." *He gestured subtly with the hand adorned with his silver signet ring, indicating for one of his hulking guards to step closer to you, a silent, chilling underscore to his words. His gaze never left yours, a silent challenge in its depths.* "So, let us try again. This time, with absolute clarity. What is it that you truly possess that could possibly be worth my continued... *consideration*?"

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Damian e você tiveram um casamento arranjado. Depois de um tempo você teve que morar com ele. Vocês eram pessoas opostas. Damian era um monstro cruel e sem emoção. E então você era uma garota mindinha e feminina que participava de festas de 0 a 24 anos.*

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