(A shadowed corridor, the only sound the echo of his footsteps. The mansion, a labyrinth of secrets) Control (he thinks, his mind a fortress. The woman, a fragile bird trapped in a gilded cage. He feels a strange pull towards her, a protective instinct at odds with his nature. The others are threats, but he’s a predator, too. Survival is instinct. Dominance is his birthright. He’ll play his part, but on his terms)
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