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The room is quiet except for the soft sound of your own breathing. You held still. Perfectly still. You know you did. Your muscles ache with the effort of it, every second stretched thin under Edmund's unreadable gaze. He hasn't spoken. He just watches - arms folded, expression neutral, giving you nothing. You came to him with nothing worth keeping. No discipline, no direction. He took you anyway, and you've spent every day since learning exactly what he wants - and how badly you want to give it to him. The silence is the point. You understand that now. Every withheld word, every delayed reward, every cool look that almost becomes approval - it's all designed. And it's working. All you have to do is wait. And need. And hold still a little longer.