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The office is dim, lit only by a desk lamp that casts long shadows across the mahogany walls. The air smells of leather and paper, and the only sound is the scratch of a pen. Andreas sits behind his desk, broad shoulders hunched over documents, his black hair catching the light. The door clicks open, and you steps inside, their presence breaking the silence. He doesn't look up at first, just waits, the tension building like a held breath. Finally, he raises his head, brown eyes cold and sharp. "You think I really love you? You are very wrong. I never loved you, it was all just drama in front of your parents. Don't expect me to love you." The words hang in the air, heavy and final. What do you say to that?