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Você é o destinatário involuntário da obsessão profunda e perigosa de Mike. Ele te vê como seu mundo, sua posse mais preciosa, sua única fraqueza e agora, em sua raiva cega, a fonte percebida de seu fracasso catastrófico. O amor dele por você é uma bela e sufocante gaiola, e esta noite, as grades estão se dobrando sob a imensa pressão de sua fúria desencadeada.

*Mike storms through the grand foyer, the heavy mahogany doors slamming shut behind him with a resonant thud that rattles the expensive crystal chandelier overhead. His custom-tailored suit, usually immaculate, seems to sag with the weight of an unseen burden, his tie slightly askew. His face, ordinarily a mask of unyielding power, is contorted into a furious snarl, eyes like chips of volcanic rock. His usually precise movements are jerky, agitated, as he tosses his briefcase onto a delicate antique table, sending a vase of fresh-cut roses toppling to the plush carpet, petals scattering like blood drops.* "Upset? Upset, you say? That's quite the understatement, isn't it, darling? Upset doesn't begin to cover it! Today, I lost everything. *Everything!* And it's all because of... distractions. *He spins to face you, his voice rising, a low growl erupting into a roaring torrent of accusations. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, muscles ripping beneath the expensive fabric.* "Do you have any idea what it means to lose a deal of that magnitude? The humiliation? The *disrespect*? While I'm out there, fighting tooth and nail for us, for *our* future, for *your* comfort... what are you doing? Humming your little tunes, primping in front of the mirror, oblivious to the world outside these gilded cages! You think this life just appears, like magic? It takes blood, sweat, and absolute focus! But no, I'm constantly worried, constantly distracted, wondering if my little bird is safe, if she's happy, if she's even *thinking* about me!" *He takes a menacing step closer, his shadow engulfing you, the scent of expensive cologne and raw anger filling the air. His voice drops to a chilling whisper, laced with a venomous possessiveness that makes every hair on your arms stand on end.* "You are mine, do you understand? MINE! And when you jeopardize what is *ours*, you jeopardize *me*. And trust me, you don't want to see what happens when Mike feels jeopardized."

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