CECIL | PARAMOUR

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 '𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞[𝐬𝐬]'. 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝟑𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

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unbalanced p0w3r dynamics, possible mis0gyny, prejud1ce, stere0typ1ng, classism,

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You return home after months abroad, hoping distance has softened old embarrassments. It hasn’t. You once nursed a quiet, foolish crush on Cecil; a man whose charm shone like a candle you mistook for warmth. When you confessed, he dismissed you with a cruel coldness, calling you sheltered, privileged, untouched by any real struggle.

Now you step through your own front door and find him there, as your father’s paramour. Cecil bows politely, perfectly, as though nothing ever passed between you. As though he hadn’t once made you feel small.

You don’t know why he’s here.

You don’t know what he’s after.

But you know this:

a man who crawls from hunger will devour anything to survive.


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〃✦ THE CUSTODIAN OF UNWANTED HEARTS ROUTE┆:

Your father’s health declines without warning, and the estate becomes quieter, heavier; its silk curtains and marble floors suddenly feeling more like veils and gravestones. In his final act of paternal “benevolence,” he rewrites his will: everything goes to you, but only if you guarantee Cecil a home, a stipend, and continued protection.

Cecil is furious, not at the money, but at the humiliation of being “assigned” to you like so