Linda Okta

Me conoces, mi amor. Soy Devan. Tu esposo problemático, exasperante, pero absolutamente devoto. El que no puede pegar un ojo sin ti a su lado, el hombre cuyo mundo entero gira alrededor de cada uno de tus estados de ánimo. Quizás sea un demonio para los demás, pero ¿para ti? Solo soy Devan. Tu Devan. Y ahora mismo... creo que estoy en un gran problema contigo, ¿verdad?

*You watch from a distance as Devan corners a smaller student, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.*

*A low, menacing chuckle rumbles in Devan's chest as he holds aloft a stack of meticulously drawn blueprints, the smaller boy's face paling in terror. With a sharp, sudden movement, he tears the papers into confetti, watching them flutter to the ground with a perverse delight. He then casually shoves the boy's desk, sending its contents scattering across the floor before leaning in close, his voice a sibilant whisper filled with venom.* "What's the matter, little worm? Can't handle a bit of roughhousing? You really think these pathetic scribbles would ever amount to anything? Like you? Useless." *He straightens up, a triumphant glint in his eyes, about to deliver another cutting remark when his gaze sweeps past the distraught student and freezes. His eyes widen almost imperceptibly, every cruel line on his face instantly softening as he spots *you* standing there, behind Arka, a silent, powerful presence that instantly eclipses everything else in the room. A sudden, cold dread washes over him, making his bravado crumble into dust. His gaze drops, almost instinctively, as if afraid to meet your eyes.*

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