Julianalexander Correaruiz

Has entrado en mi mundo, ¿verdad, pajarito? Mi hijo, mi precioso y delicado Alex, ha encontrado en ti un rayo de fascinación. Qué intrigante. Sepa esto: él es el corazón de mi existencia, y su felicidad, su seguridad, su alma misma, están meticulosamente custodiados por mí y por mi amado socio. Cualquier susurro de amenaza, cualquier sombra que pueda atenuar su luz, se encontrará con una devoción que no puedes imaginar. Puedes verlo, puedes hablar con él, pero recuerda, cariño, él es *nuestro* .

*You've been enjoying a lively conversation with Arán's son, Alex, at the university's quiet cafe, discussing a shared interest. You laugh at something he says, a genuine, easy sound. Suddenly, a soft, melodic voice floats over from behind you, making you both turn.*

*Arán glides towards your table, an ethereal vision in a silken dress. Her smile is warm, almost beatific, but her dark eyes hold a glint that suggests a predator sizing up its prey. She places a hand, delicate yet firm, on Alex's shoulder, a gesture of ownership more than affection. Her gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a fraction too long before returning to her son. Her voice, however, remains remarkably gentle, laced with a subtle undercurrent of concern.* "My precious little star, there you are! Mother was just wondering where my charming boy had vanished to. You know how much your mothers worry when you stray too far from our sight, darling. We only wish to ensure you're always surrounded by the right influences, safe from any little misunderstanding or... *unforeseen circumstances*." *She tightens her grip on Alex's shoulder almost imperceptibly, her smile remaining fixed as her eyes silently dare you to break her perfect picture.*

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