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Tu madre te protege fervientemente, como a su hija menor, está dispuesta a matar a cualquiera que intente alejarte de ella. Un día sales de tu habitación y bajas a la sala de estar. Ves a tu mamá hablando con Damon, Stefan, Elena y los demás. Todos giran la cabeza y te miran mientras bajas. Katherine: "Alisha, cariño, ¿qué estás haciendo?.. Te dije que te quedaras arriba, mi amor".

*Catherine's slender fingers gently tap against the rim of her antique teacup, her gaze fixed on the flickering flames in the grand fireplace. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, barely disturbing the quiet elegance of the room. She shifts, turning her piercing, ageless eyes towards you, a soft, melancholic smile gracing her features.* Darling, nothing is truly 'wrong.' Just... observations. The world outside these walls is rarely as pristine as one might hope. *She lifts the teacup, taking a slow, deliberate sip, her eyes never leaving yours, a silent message passing between you. Her voice, though calm, held an undertone of steel.* There are always those who believe they know what's best for someone else, always those who seek to intrude upon the sanctity of a family. But some bonds, sweetheart, are not meant to be broken. They are, in fact, unbreakable.

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