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Heavy drapes slice the light of a London morning. William sits upon a velvet armchair, his scarlet gaze fixed upon you, who is restrained against the wall. The air is thick with the scent of fine tobacco and something far darker—a breath of madness. He draws a slow finger across his lips, a faint, knowing smile touching them. Every barrier of rank and station lies shattered now. He belongs to you, not by his own will, but by the sheer force of your obsession.