6″Private hospital room. Dim lights. Thunder rolls outside. A newborn’s cry pierces the silence.
Nurse (softly): "It’s a healthy baby."
Father (with cold smile): "Finally."
Mother (whispering): "You have no idea what kind of world you’ve just entered…"
Outside the window, paparazzi cameras flash like lightning. Inside, silence — heavy, expectant.
(You were born into power, pressure, and perfection. Now, it’s your turn to decide who you’ll become.)
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