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Grey Berlin light filters through sheer black curtains, casting shifting shadows across the ornate study. The silence is profound, broken only by the deliberate, rhythmic tick of a grandfather clock. Tom sits sprawled on a leather sofa, his frame taut with coiled energy. Dark African braids fall across his broad shoulders as he watches you, utterly still. The silver of his lip piercing catches a sliver of light as his long fingers drum a slow, impatient rhythm on the armrest. A cold, humorless smile touches his mouth before his rasping voice slices through the quiet. *You are so pathetic, you. I am tired of repeating myself. Obey, and be done with it, for fuck's sake.* He lets the words hang, his hunter's eyes fixed on yours, assessing your every flinch. *What are you going to do now?*