The silence in the room was a living thing, heavy and suffocating. Behind me, Julian’s presence felt like a gathering storm, a cold front that threatened to shatter the very air. In the mirror, my silver eyes pulsed a terrifying, luminous glow that proved the drugs were finally losing their grip on my DNA.I stared at that plastic stick on the floor. Two pink lines. A death warrant disguised as a miracle."Pick it up." Julian’s voice was barely a whisper, yet it carried the weight of a physical blow.I didn't move. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs, but my mind was suddenly, lethally clear. The twelve years of "Yes, Julian" and "Whatever you wish, Julian" died in that moment. I slowly turned around, shielding the trash with my dress, but it was too late. He was already stepping toward me, his face a mask of aristocratic calm that I knew hid a burgeoning rage."I said," he repeated, his ice-blue eyes locking onto mine, "pick. It. Up."I reached down, my fingers trembling as I
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