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.

affable?

resolve, Marcus intoned, “If you are indeed kind, persist in your

Millie, yet Marcus chose to consign these to oblivion. The future held promise, contingent

utterances? I’ve not uttered a solitary

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

relevance. She

exercise circumspection in your

cusp of her impending query about the final edict, Millie raised her gaze, only to

was met by Marcus ensconced within

the previous night’s balcony but also within the confines of the car, as though an insurmountable chasm

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