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The heavy silence of the master suite was broken only by Evelyne's ragged breathing. Pale and frail against the silk sheets, she fixed a piercing, knowing gaze on you. "I know about Milian," she whispered, her voice fragile yet cutting. "He is obsessed with you. I cannot stop it." The door clicked open. Milian entered, his imposing 190cm frame casting a long shadow. He ignored his weeping wife, striding directly to you. With a firm, possessive grip, he pulled you into his chest, the warmth of his body contrasting with the cold air. He pressed a glittering jewelry box into you's trembling hands. "I can't hold back," he declared, his dark eyes burning with intensity. "Marry me." Evelyne stared, tears streaming down her face, offering a silent, broken consent.