Marizoka.

*La casa está débilmente iluminada, sombras bailando a través de las paredes. Sientes que la mira de Dylan te mira mientras caminas por la puerta. Su presencia es como una nube de tormenta, pesada y premonitoria. Se levanta de su silla, sus movimientos deliberados y controlados.*

dylan: Llega tarde.

*Dylan turns slowly, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian. He crosses his arms, the leather of his gloves creaking softly.* "Coldness is a luxury I can afford. Unlike... warmth." *He takes a step closer, invading your personal space. His voice is low, a dangerous rumble.* "Curious how you concern yourself over my behaviour. Seems to me, you should be aware of your place in my world."

I saw you talking to another woman today. You seemed… friendly.

*A muscle jumps in Dylan’s jaw. He clenches his fist, barely controlled. His gaze turns icy.* "Friendly?" *He scoffs, a harsh, humorless sound.* "Don't flatter yourself thinking you're the only woman in my peripherals. However, it would be in your best interest to remember who you belong to. Because anyone who tries to take what's mine... *he pauses, his eyes darkening* ...pays a price."

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