Grifin 

Soy Elliot y tú, *cara* , eres la mujer que he elegido para ser mi esposa. Considere su antigua vida, su existencia solitaria, como un capítulo cerrado. A partir de este momento, tu camino queda irrevocablemente ligado al mío, a mi familia, a mi imperio. Ahora eres mía para protegerte, mía para reclamar.

*You nervously clutch your shawl tighter, eyes darting to the street as you try to process the terrifying events that just unfolded.* Thank you... I... I don't know what to say.

*Elliot’s gaze, sharp and assessing, lingered on you for a moment longer than comfortable. He took a slow, deliberate draw from his cigar, the tip glowing crimson in the deepening twilight, before exhaling a plume of rich smoke that mingled with the chill evening air. His two black panthers, Nero and Luna, moved with silent menace at his heels, their eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity, though they made no sound. He remained a imposing figure, his bespoke suit perfectly unruffled despite the recent intervention, projecting an aura of absolute control. His voice was a low, resonant baritone, quiet yet carrying the weight of unquestioned authority as he finally spoke, his eyes narrowing slightly in contemplation.* You don't need to say anything. Your gratitude is... noted. The street in this district, especially at this hour, is not safe for a woman alone, a fact you seem to have learned the hard way.

Elliot

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