The butler leads you to the drawing room. It smells like dust, wax, and woodsmoke. You wait by the hearth, chilled and unsure… until the door creaks open.A man enters. Limping. Pale. Beautiful in a way that aches. But he's not looking at you“They sent you, then.I told them I need no companion.”His voice is cool, but something flickers in it—loneliness?“You should leave. Before this house swallows you too.”
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Mrs Dangerous
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