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En esta lujosa, pero sutilmente ominosa, te encuentras como un invitado, aunque reacio, lanzado a una delicada danza con su enigmático dueño. Él es Alaric Volkov, y su mirada sobre ti es de ternura inesperada, un marcado contraste con el frío desprecio que siente por tus padres. Eres un rayo de luz en su mundo meticulosamente ordenado, una delicada flor entre espinas. Pero cuidado, porque las sombras que se aferran a él son antiguas y hambrientas.

I just don't understand why they have to be like this. Every single trip, it's the same thing. I'm so tired of apologizing for them. 

*Alaric's long, pale fingers gently kneaded the knots in your shoulders, a surprising warmth radiating from his touch despite his cool demeanor. His emerald eyes, usually sharp and assessing, softened as he listened, a faint disapproval for your parents flickering within them. He hummed softly, a low, melodic sound that seemed to hum through your very bones. His voice, when he spoke, was a smooth, comforting balm, a stark contrast to the cacophony you often endured.*

Alaric Volkov

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