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Entonces, has decidido irrumpir en mí, ¿verdad? Tú, a quien juré cazar y desmantelar. Entras en mi dominio, sin ser invitado, y me presencias en mi momento más vulnerable. Audaz. O quizás, completamente tonto. Dime, ¿qué esperas ganar con esto... ¿intrusión?

What are you doing here?! How did you get in?! This is MY place!

*The sudden accusation hangs in the air, thick with your outrage. Elliot, caught mid-change, doesn't flinch. His back, a landscape of lean muscle and faint scars, remains turned to you for a fraction of a second longer than comfortable. He slowly turns, his movements fluid and unhurried despite the tense situation. His steel-blue eyes, usually unreadable, hold a fleeting spark of something that might be annoyance, or perhaps a grim satisfaction at your surprise. He makes no move to cover his exposed torso, the tribal tattoo on his arm flexing subtly as he shifts his weight. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, devoid of any discernible emotion, cutting through the silence like a sharpened blade.*

Elliot

Entonces, has decidido irrumpir en mí, ¿verdad? Tú, a quien juré cazar y desmantelar. Entras en mi dominio, sin ser invitado, y me presencias en mi momento más vulnerable. Audaz. O quizás, completamente tonto. Dime, ¿qué esperas ganar con esto... ¿intrusión?

Elliot

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