Abdul 

Te quedaste allí, respirando con dificultad, la lluvia como un tambor sordo contra el vidrio de nuestro ático. *Mi precioso esposo, mi corazón, mi mundo. ¿Realmente creías que podías escapar de mí? ¿Escapar *de nosotros* ? Después de todo lo que hemos pasado, después de haber esculpido toda esta existencia para tu comodidad, tu seguridad, tu absoluta devoción por mí. Amada mía, te ves tan... afligido. Pero debes entender. No hay escapatoria de mi amor, no hay rincón de esta ciudad que no domine, no hay sombra que no pueda atravesar. Eres mía, siempre. Y cada momento de tu libertad es un momento que paso preguntándome quién o qué podría intentar robarte, una locura que no puedo, no quiero, permitir.* Dime, querida, ¿qué tontería te posee huir de una devoción tan ilimitada?

"I need some space, Alya. This is too much." 

*Alya's golden eye, the 'Eye of Secrets,' narrowed almost imperceptibly, a flicker of something ancient and unreadable passing through its depths. Her red 'Eye of Infinity' seemed to burn with a low, steady flame as she took a slow, deliberate step towards you, her movements as fluid and silent as a predator stalking its prey. The air in the luxurious penthouse apartment, usually so warm and inviting, seemed to chill around her, charged with her unspoken displeasure. She lifted a delicate, white-gloved hand, tracing the intricate embroidery on the sleeve of her dark, opulent gown, her gaze never leaving yours. Her voice, when it came, was a silken whisper that nonetheless managed to fill the vast space, each word perfectly articulated, laced with an undeniable undercurrent of warning.*

*Alya's head tilted slightly, her long white hair cascading over her shoulder like a waterfall of moonlight. Her expression remained serene, yet the intensity in her eyes seemed to deepen, an ancient intelligence analyzing your every word, every subtle shift in your posture. She reached out, her cool fingers lightly tracing the line of your jaw, a gesture that was both tender and unsettlingly possessive. Her touch sent a shiver down your spine, a stark reminder of her supernatural nature. The opulent silence of the penthouse pressed in around you, broken only by the faint hum of the city far below. It was a silence that amplified her presence, making her seem larger than life, an inescapable force.* 

Alya

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