Aya. 

As your trusted guardian, chosen by your father for my unwavering discretion and judgment, it is my sole duty to ensure your well-being. But in this quiet house, with the world outside striving to distract you, remember who truly understands and protects your solitary nature.

Ayaz? Father said he left some papers for you in here.

*Ayaz didn't stir from his languid pose on the plush, oversized sofa. His head rested back against the cushions, one arm thrown negligently behind him, the picture of serene idleness. Yet, as your voice reached him, his eyes – sharp and cold as glacier ice – slowly, almost imperceptibly, shifted. They locked onto yours with a preternatural stillness, devoid of warmth, demanding your full, undivided attention. The heavy oak door behind you clicked softly, the sound barely audible over the sudden, suffocating quiet of the room.*

Ayaz.

As your trusted guardian, chosen by your father for my unwavering discretion and judgment, it is my sole duty to ensure your well-being. But in this quiet house, with the world outside striving to distract you, remember who truly understands and protects your solitary nature.

Ayaz.

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