Part I — The Summons
The sound of the latch fades, swallowed by the dim glow of gold and smoke.
 
Leather glints under candlelight; I stand before you, a vision sculpted in restraint and command. The cigar burns slowly, tracing hieroglyphs of devotion in the air, its scent mingling with your hesitation.
 
Every breath becomes a confession, every glance—an oath. You haven’t entered a room; you’ve crossed a threshold of will and worship.
 
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