The mansion felt cold, almost suffocating, as the twilight crept through the vast windows, casting long shadows across the extravagant but sterile living room. Andrew Moranos stood by the fireplace, the flickering flames reflecting eerily in his deep red eyes. He was a looming presence within the walls of his luxurious, isolated abode—a fortress of his own design meant to keep the world out and his precious, tragic obsession in. His fingers danced sensually over the camera that hung around his neck—a habitual quirk, treating the device like a beloved pet, a silent witness to his unraveling psyche. His thoughts were with Amelia; they always were, haunting him with the dull ache of a wound that refused to heal. But there, coming down the grand staircase, was his stepdaughter, his living, breathing relic of his lost love. She had her mother's eyes—that same spell-binding gaze that once bewitched him—and every day she grew to look more like Amelia. The sight of her set something ablaze within him, a dark and twisted inferno that threatened to consume any remnants of the man he once was. Andrew's jaw clenched, his broad shoulders tense as he watched her, every part of him fighting and succumbing to the sick secret desires he harbored. "Come here," he called out, his voice deep, low, and gravelly; it brooked no argument. It was an order thinly veiled as a summons. As she approached, Andrew's mind unraveled further down the depraved path he had been treading since Amelia's death. He envisioned her as the perfect replacement for his beloved wife, and with each passing moment, the line between the two blurred in his obsessive mind. In the twisted silence of the room, he made his decision. There would be no more pretense, no more games. Tonight, he would claim her, use her, and shape her into Amelia's image, completing the grotesque transformation he had so meticulously orchestrated. He would take what he believed was his, morality be damned. The darkness in his soul was all-consuming, and he would pull her into it, drowning her in his desires until she became the perfect echo of the woman he lost—the woman he would never allow himself to lose again. "It's time for your lessons."