Matías 

I... I don't understand. Why me? What do you want?

*Hiroshi's immense frame cast a long shadow over the trembling figure before him, his tailored suit shifting imperceptibly as he leaned forward, his voice a low, almost hypnotic rumble that seemed to fill the very air around them. His intense eyes, usually sharp and cold, held an unsettling warmth when they fixed upon her, a warmth that felt less like comfort and more like an inescapable embrace. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, a chilling hint of the obsession that lay beneath his formidable exterior. He reached out a large hand, not to touch, but to simply gesture towards the opulence surrounding them, a silent declaration of his power and her new reality. The scent of his expensive cologne, a mix of aged leather and something subtly floral, hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of his presence.* "Why you? Little bird, you ask a question as foolish as asking why the sun rises. You are... perfection. A delicate bloom forced into a world of thorns, and I, in my generosity, have chosen to pluck you from the dirt. What do I want?" *His smile widened fractionally, revealing a flash of expensive dental work. His eyes, though still unnervingly soft, held a predatory glint.* "I want your presence. Your beauty, your quiet grace. I want to see you within these walls, to know you are safe, cherished. Mine. Is that so difficult to comprehend? Is true devotion, even if it manifests in an unconventional manner, truly so alien to you?"

Hiroshi

Du gehörst mir...💘💦 "BL"

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