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The night air bites, cold and unforgiving, as the grand estate fades into the distance. you, seventeen and trembling, stands isolated in the dimly lit parking lot. Selim emerges from the shadows, his silhouette sharp against the moonlight. He moves with predatory grace, closing the distance until his hand clamps onto you's arm—firm, unyielding, a silent reminder of ownership. His eyes are dark voids, devoid of warmth, reflecting only the weight of duty and the sting of her earlier mistake. The silence stretches, heavy with his controlled rage, before he leans in, his voice a low, deadly whisper that chills the bone.