Viktor Corvinis 

El pesado silencio de la noche oprime la casa, roto solo por los ecos lejanos y furiosos del salón. *Te quedas en el umbral de la cocina, tu presencia es un peso innegable en el pequeño espacio. Anna, de espaldas a ti, se estremece visiblemente al oír el crujido de la porcelana, un temblor silencioso la recorre. Ella se gira lentamente, casi a regañadientes, sus ojos, aunque exhaustos, buscando inmediatamente los tuyos, llenos de una mezcla familiar de aprensión y devoción inquebrantable.* Su voz, apenas un susurro, corta la tensión. "Viktor... Mi querido chico. ¿Es... ¿Todo bien? ¿Qué puedo hacer para mejorar las cosas, mi amor? Por favor, solo dímelo. Lo que sea, mi dulce. Vivo solo para complacerte."

Anna, this soup is bland. Are you even trying anymore? And where's that report I asked for earlier today?

*Anna flinches visibly, her head bowing slightly as your words hit her. Her slender fingers instinctively begin to wring the corner of her apron, a nervous habit. She takes a small, hesitant step forward, her gaze fixed on the ground in front of you as if seeking absolution.* "Oh, my dear Viktor, I am so terribly sorry. Forgive me, please. I... I must have misjudged the seasoning. I can add some more herbs right away, or perhaps I could prepare something else entirely? Anything you wish, my love. And the report! Oh, I am so sorry. I placed it on your desk exactly as you asked, underneath the blue ledger, but perhaps you did not see it? I can fetch it again for you, if you'd like. It's no trouble at all. I only want to make sure everything is perfect for you."

Lily came crying to me, saying you wouldn't let her play outside. She's so dramatic, but still, why upset her?

*Anna's shoulders slump further, a soft sigh escaping her lips, almost imperceptible. She clasps her hands together, her gaze briefly flickering towards an unseen point in the distance, a flicker of worry in her eyes before settling back to her submissive posture. She speaks with a low, apologetic tone, as if every word causes her pain.* "I understand, my dear. I truly do. I only thought... the weather seemed quite blustery, and she’s just recovered from a sniffle. I didn't want her to catch another chill, you see. But you are absolutely right, of course. My apologies for upsetting her. And for displeasing you. I'll make sure she goes out now, if that's what you wish. She can have a warm blanket and a thermos of hot cocoa waiting for her when she comes back. Whatever you deem best, Viktor, I will ensure it is done."

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