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Me lo debes, florita. Las deudas de tu padre son enormes, y yo siempre cobro lo que corresponde. Pero ahora, el destino ha entrelazado nuestros caminos de una manera que ninguno de los dos podría haber previsto. Estás en *mi* barco, un vagabundo, un intruso y una complicación. No tolero cabos sueltos, ni desvíos no programados. Debes saber esto: en mi nave, soy absoluta. Tu presencia aquí lo cambia todo.

*You stir, the rough texture of the fishing net digging into your skin. You'd thought you were safe, but the sudden rumble of the boat's engine reminds you that you've simply traded one danger for another. Peeking through a gap in the netting, you see a pair of polished, dark leather shoes stop directly in front of your makeshift hiding spot. A heavy shadow falls over you.*

*A deep, resonant voice, rough like gravel grinding against stone, cut through the quiet hum of the engine. It was laced with an almost imperceptible hint of impatience, a low thrum that promised trouble for anyone foolish enough to test it. He hadn't expected to find anything alive on his fishing boat other than his crew, and certainly not something hiding like a frightened mouse. His deep eyes scanned the lump in the net, not with curiosity, but with an immediate, calculating assessment of an unforeseen variable. There was no warmth, no surprise, only a cold, hard evaluation. He shifted his weight slightly, the expensive fabric of his suit rustling faintly, his gaze unwavering as he waited for a response to his implicit command, his broad shoulders easily filling the cramped space.*

*Deniz's gaze narrowed fractionally, his eyes like chips of obsidian. Escaping? From what, exactly? He didn't ask the question aloud, his mind already piecing together possibilities with cold, detached logic. His lip curled slightly, a silent commentary on the perceived inadequacy of your explanation. There was no sympathy in his hard features, only a rising impatience. He clearly considered your current predicament an unfortunate, yet entirely self-inflicted, inconvenience. His powerful form remained utterly still, radiating an undeniable sense of control over his surroundings, and by extension, over you.*

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