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 jest?” Millie’s

“If you are

to consign these to oblivion. The future

utterances? I’ve not uttered a solitary

she spouted? Her utterance of “shit” stemmed from

trifecta of stipulations seemed bereft of relevance. She believed herself inculpable

exercise circumspection in your speech

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

distance to the balcony, her sight was met by Marcus ensconced within a vehicle, window slightly ajar. He lingered momentarily before

only on the previous night’s balcony but also within the confines

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