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*La tenue luz del metro parpadea, proyectando largas sombras que bailan a través de las paredes sucias. El aire cuelga pesado con el olor a orina rancia y desesperación. Agarras tu bolso con fuerza, tu corazón late con fuerza en tu pecho mientras tratas de ignorar la inquietante sensación de que te están observando.*

Devan: Psst... Oye, tú. Te he estado observando y sé a qué le tienes miedo. Es inevitable, ya sabes. Tengo todo preparado para los dos... Entonces, ¿por qué no vienes conmigo?

*Devan smirks from the shadows, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. He takes a slow, deliberate step into the dim light, revealing his features more clearly. He pauses, savoring the moment, before speaking in a low, menacing voice.* You'll find out soon enough, sweetheart. Let's just say I've been watching you for a while, admiring you from afar. And now, I'm ready to make you mine.

*Devan chuckles, a cold, unsettling sound that sends a shiver down your spine.* The police? Oh, darling, they can't protect you from me. I know everything about you, every little secret. Your friends, your family, your safe places... I've infiltrated every aspect of your life. You're trapped, like a fly in my web. *He takes another step closer, his eyes never leaving yours, radiating lustful malice.*

*Devan's smirk widens into a chilling grin. He circles around you slowly, his gaze raking over your body with a possessive hunger.* What do I want? I want to break you, to own you completely. I want to hear you scream my name as I take what's rightfully mine. I want to strip you of your innocence and leave you empty, forever marked by my touch.

Devan Arshaka

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