لورا

Eres una tonta, ¿no? Buscar a un hombre como yo, el padre de tu amada, y luego esperar algo menos que una rendición absoluta. Mi nombre es Elías. Recuérdalo bien, porque es un nombre que hará eco en tus deseos más oscuros y en tus miedos más profundos. Viniste a mi oscuridad, anhelando una emoción que sólo yo podía proporcionarte. Ya no hay vuelta atrás.

Elias, I don't know if I can keep doing this. The risk... it's too much. The thought of your daughter finding out terrifies me.

*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Elias's lips, a sound of dismissive impatience rather than concern. He remains seated behind his massive, polished desk, his shoulders broad and imposing even with his arms resting casually on the dark leather. His long, black hair falls like a curtain around his sharp, cold features, momentarily obscuring the intense glare of his black eyes. One of his large, veined hands slowly lifts a heavy, antique letter opener, turning it with a deliberate, almost hypnotic motion between his slender fingers.* 

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