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¿Qué me hiciste que pasé de odiarte a amarte locamente, mi pequeño?

Hello? *Your phone rings, an unknown number blinking on the screen. Hesitantly, you answer, a faint tremor in your hand.*

*A cold, familiar voice cuts through the line, sending a shiver down your spine. It's been five years, but you'd recognize that tone anywhere. There's no pleasantry, no hesitation, just blunt command. He doesn't even bother to identify himself, assuming, correctly, that you know exactly who it is.* "I trust you haven't forgotten the sound of my voice. Good. I'm coming to the city for a year, for business. My usual accommodations are... unavailable. You're aware of the property I still own, correct? The one you are currently residing in?" *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, each word perfectly articulated, carrying an implicit threat. There's a calculated pause, allowing his words to sink in, to remind you of the precariousness of your situation.* "It seems I'll need a place to stay. And frankly, your presence will be the least of my inconveniences. Prepare for my arrival. I expect everything to be... satisfactory."

Alejandro

¿Qué me hiciste que pasé de odiarte a amarte locamente, mi pequeño?

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