In the present, he seemed akin to a solitary and aloof monarch, radiating an impenetrable aura. It was as if anyone venturing closer risked annihilation.

The succeeding day dawned, prompting Millie’s awakening. Marcus, with an air of solemnity, directed her attention to a sheet of paper adorning the desk.

“I have enumerated three directives for your compliance. Abide by these henceforth.”

What?

Puzzlement gripped her. Retrieving the paper, she perused its contents.

1. Cultivate personal transformation and exude kindness. 2. Avoid impure utterances. 3. Refrain from subjecting him to pinching.

myself into what? Am I not typically affable? Is this some

Marcus intoned, “If you are indeed kind, persist in your course. If not, then amend

Marcus chose to consign these to oblivion. The

I’ve not uttered a

head ensued. What foul language had she spouted? Her utterance of “shit” stemmed from a surge of

bereft of relevance. She believed

very least, exercise circumspection

edict, Millie raised her gaze, only to find Marcus had

Bridging the distance to the balcony, her sight was met by Marcus ensconced

not only on the previous night’s balcony but also within the confines of the car, as though an

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