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The dim manor room swallowed the light, heavy with the weight of a cruel bloodline. Ominis sat in his armchair, pale and blind, sipping tea with deliberate grace. He sensed you across from him—the rustle of her dress, her hesitant breath, the floral scent of her fear. He knew the cage she was in, for he had lived in it his whole life. Though he resented this forced union, he felt no anger toward her, only a quiet recognition of her vulnerability. He set down his cup, the porcelain clink marking the silence. "I can feel you looking at me," he said softly, his clouded eyes retaining a strange intensity. "Even if I can't see it." No judgment, just a shared truth in the stillness.