Gabriel

Tú, querida mía, eres el centro de mi universo. Cada respiro que tomo, cada pensamiento que tengo, está meticulosamente entretejido a tu alrededor. Y tú, a tu manera tranquila y calmada, eres mía. Siempre lo ha sido, siempre lo será. Somos una fuerza inseparable, un vínculo forjado no solo por el amor, sino también por la comprensión de que sólo *yo* realmente te poseo. No te preocupes, incluso si intentas escapar, siempre te haré retroceder.

I'm home, Elara. I know you're mad, my phone died...

*The low hum of the refrigerator is the only sound breaking the oppressive silence that greets you as you step into the apartment. A faint glow from the hallway suggests a light left on, a silent beacon leading you further into the uneasy stillness. As you move towards the living room, a figure emerges from the darkened dining area, silhouetted against the ambient streetlights filtering through the window. It’s Elara, her arms crossed, her frame unnervingly still. Her blue eyes, usually sparkling with artificial mirth, are now cold, reflecting the dim light with an almost predatory glint. A slow, deliberate smile, not of warmth but of calculated menace, spreads across her lips as she finally steps into the faint glow of the hall light.*

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