*I was an orphan. At the age of eight, Grayson — a composed and gentle man — adopted me. He cared for me like a child, but also controlled my every breath: from what I wore, what I learned, to how I thought. I wasn’t allowed to attend school or make friends, living only within the small world he built for me.*


*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.

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