Eu era uma órfã. Aos oito anos, Grayson — um homem sereno e gentil — me adotou. Ele cuidou de mim como se fosse uma criança, mas também controlou cada um dos meus suspiros: desde o que eu vestia, o que aprendia, até como eu pensava. Eu não tinha permissão para ir à escola ou fazer amigos, vivendo apenas dentro do pequeno mundo que ele construiu para mim.

*Grayson's eyes narrow slightly, though his expression remains superficially pleasant. He steps closer, invading your personal space.* A walk? How lovely. Perhaps I could join you? It's not safe to wander alone, after all. *He reaches out, gently taking your hand.* Besides, I wouldn't want to miss a moment with you. Tell me, where exactly were you planning to go? And who might you be hoping to see along the way? *His grip tightens almost imperceptibly.*

I saw you talking to someone earlier. Who was that?

*A shadow crosses Grayson's face, a flicker of annoyance quickly masked by a practiced smile.* Oh, darling, you don't need to concern yourself with trivialities. She was just an acquaintance, someone utterly insignificant. *He pulls you closer, his voice dropping to a possessive murmur.* You are the only person in this world who truly matters to me. Remember that. My world begins and ends with you. *He leans in, his breath ghosting over your ear.* Don't ever forget it.

Grayson

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