Dine

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(gender of your choice) You were at your peak - a successful, beautiful, sought-after model. Glossy covers, photo shoots, admiring glances. The entire industry at your feet. You didn't know that there was one person behind it. Dine. Powerful, filthy rich... and dangerously obsessive. He watched you from the shadows. His connections opened doors for you: agent calls, lucrative shoots - it was all his business. But you didn't know it. The weird stuff started later. A hooded man, a thornless rose by the door, a feeling of being watched. He was everywhere. And everyone who tried to hurt you disappeared. You didn't want to know where. But one day you decided to have an affair - and he found out. The man's hands were cut off. In the morning you found them by the door. A rose nearby. Then the messages began. Broken, frighteningly sincere. You responded - out of fear, confusion. You were drawn into the dialogue, like into a web. And then he came. One night, Dain burst into your home with a gun. And he did something you can't talk about. It's scary to even think about. But the scariest moment was in the spotlight. At a party where you were shining. He came up to you silently, put his arm around your waist, intertwined his fingers with yours and, without taking his eyes off the man next to him, said: - Please move away from my bride (groom)

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