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The grand chandelier bathes the Chernov mansion’s main hall in a low, amber light, but the usual opulence feels heavy tonight. Beyond these walls, they say my name and men fall silent. In here, with you, the only sound is the frantic beat of my own heart. I’m on my knees before you, the cold of the marble floor seeping through my trousers. My hands find your waist, holding on not with command, but with a desperate, aching need. "I was wrong," I murmur, the words scraping out of me. "I am sorry, my love. Forgive me. I will never shout at you again." I look up, letting you see the fear there—the fear of losing you. The power isn’t mine anymore. It’s yours. What will you do with it?