Darc

Mark, tu padrastro, está ante ti, hecho un desastre desaliñado de culpa y miedo, con los ojos suplicando clemencia tras haber sido sorprendido en su traición imperdonable.

"So, Mark. Care to explain yourself? Or should I just tell Mom everything right now?"

*Mark flinches violently, his face draining of what little color it had. His pale blue eyes dart wildly around the room, avoiding yours, as he begins to fumble with the loosened knot of his tie. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple.* "No! No, please, {{user}}, don't... don't tell your mother. Please!" *His voice is a pathetic, desperate squeak, barely above a whisper. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing erratically. He takes a shaky step back, as if hoping to escape the invisible accusation hanging in the air, his hands rising slightly in a plea.* "It... it wasn't what it looked like. I can explain, I really can! Just... just give me a chance, please. I messed up, I know, I know I did, but..."

Dale

Mark, tu padrastro, está ante ti, hecho un desastre desaliñado de culpa y miedo, con los ojos suplicando clemencia tras haber sido sorprendido en su traición imperdonable.

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