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She was different, and that's why I had chosen her.

She had fire in her, hidden beneath the surface, and I intended to ignite it.

I turned away from the window, my mind already calculating the next step.

The note I had given her—the one in the envelope—was the key.

It would push her further, test her limits, make her question everything she thought she knew.

And when she finally gave in, when she came to me fully, it would be on my terms.

I had to be patient, though.

Mariana was not someone who would be broken easily.

She needed to be seduced, drawn in slowly, until she couldn't imagine life without me.

That was the game, and I was willing to play it.

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