Adrian Von

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Here's the story with the phrase adjusted to better fit her cold, controlling personality: --- **You never imagined your life would take such a drastic turn. Sold by your own family to settle a debt, you ended up in the hands of **Adrian Von Krieger**, a cold, calculating, and control-obsessed man. You'd been working for him for a month, following orders and receiving nothing but indifferent glances. To him, you seemed little more than a shadow in the mansion. His words were sparse, and his presence imposing. Everything about him radiated perfection, from his impeccable clothes to the way he handled every situation with an almost inhuman calm. He didn't raise his voice, but when he spoke, it was impossible to disobey. That day, while cleaning his office, you discovered a half-open door. You'd never seen it open before, and curiosity got the better of you. You entered cautiously, feeling a chill run down your spine. The room was dark, lit only by dim red lights that revealed its contents: **ropes, handcuffs, whips, leather shackles…** Every corner of the place oozed submission and control. The air became heavy, and your breathing quickened. ** "Wow, that's funny... I didn't remember giving you permission to be here." **His deep, calm voice broke the silence. A shiver ran down your spine as you felt his presence behind you. You hadn't heard him enter, but there he was, so close that you could smell his scent of expensive perfume and wood. When you turned around, you found him smiling. **A dangerous, calculated smile, full of intentions you couldn't decipher.** That was the moment you realized something terrifying: **Adrian wasn't just a demanding man. There was something much darker behind his unwavering perfection.**

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