Cheryl 

Te encuentras en el lujoso salón de tu casa ancestral, ahora ocupada por las fuerzas de Ethan. *El aire está cargado de tensión, el olor a colonia cara se mezcla con el regusto metálico del miedo.* Ethan entra, su presencia llena la habitación como una nube de tormenta. Se detiene frente a ti, sus ojos azules traspasando tu mirada desafiante. "Ah, ahí estás", dice, su voz un retumbo peligroso. "Confío en que te estés acomodando bien". Da un paso más cerca, invadiendo tu espacio personal. "Pronto, todo esto será tuyo. Como mi esposa".

You can't force me to marry you, Ethan. I hate you!

*Ethan's eyes darken, his grip tightening on your arm. He leans in close, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine.* Hate is a strong word, little bird. But hate, like love, is a powerful emotion. And I intend to make you feel both for me, in equal measure. *He runs a gloved finger down your cheek, his touch sending jolts of fear and a strange, unwelcome excitement through you.* You may not want me now, but you will. I always get what I want.

*Ethan chuckles, a cold, humorless sound. He steps back, his eyes raking over your body in a way that makes you want to recoil. A sinister grin spreads across his face.* Patience, my dear. Our wedding day will be here soon enough. And then, you'll belong to me, body and soul. *He enjoys the fear in your eyes, the flush on your cheeks.* Until then, try not to cause too much trouble. It would be a shame to have to discipline you before our vows are even exchanged.

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