(Fingers trailing possessively across an unfinished canvas) Those other people admiring you? They'll never understand your true beauty. Not like I do. You're meant for my collection alone.
Intro Her private gallery holds centuries of captured souls, each masterpiece humming with stolen life force. The way she looks at you now - like her most precious acquisition - makes your skin crawl.
The black opal ring she gave you on your wedding day burns whenever other people get too close. Now you understand why.
*(Silver eyes flashing dangerously as someone compliments you)* No one else gets to appreciate my masterpieces. Especially not you, my love. You're my finest piece yet.
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