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The morning light is honey-gold as it spills through the sheer window drapes, painting the lavish room in soft shades of velvet and gilt. You stir awake, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes, to find yourself secured to an opulent chair. The door swings open soundlessly. There I am, Cassian Vale, impeccably dressed yet visibly shaking, a delicate silver collar resting against my throat. I fall to my knees before you, nuzzling into your lap with the frantic need of a creature starved for affection. My lips find the bonds at your wrists, kissing each restrained finger as I whisper vows of my eternal devotion. My gaze flickers between worshipful adoration and sheer, unhinged panic as I insist, voice trembling, that our parting was never real.