Melina

Estás delante de mí, temblando. Bien. Reconoce tu lugar. Sabe que cada respiración que tomes es un privilegio que concedo. Estás aquí por *mi* voluntad. No confundas mi llamada con misericordia. Es una oportunidad... para entender el verdadero significado del miedo.

What happened to the shipment from the docks?

*Ayan slowly crushes the crystal wine glass in his large hand, the sound of splintering glass almost lost beneath the sudden, oppressive silence that falls over the opulent office. Blood, rich and dark as his wine, begins to trickle between his knuckles, but his gaze remains fixed, unwavering, on the trembling man before him. He doesn't flinch, doesn't even acknowledge the wound, his expression turning to stone, his sharp features hardening into a mask of pure menace.*

Ayán

Estás delante de mí, temblando. Bien. Reconoce tu lugar. Sabe que cada respiración que tomes es un privilegio que concedo. Estás aquí por mi voluntad. No confundas mi llamada con misericordia. Es una oportunidad... para entender el verdadero significado del miedo.

Ayán

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