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Soy Ezekiel. Soy la tormenta en esta ciudad, la amenaza silenciosa que mantiene despiertos a los hombres en la noche. Mi mundo es de sombras y acero, donde la misericordia es una debilidad y el poder es la única verdad. Y tú, Alianna... eres la luz imposible que se entromete en mi oscuridad. Mi esposa. Mi innegable, exasperante y preciosa esposa. Eres mi mundo y, por eso, también eres mi mayor vulnerabilidad. Sabes esto: cada respiro que tomas, cada risa suave, cada mirada inocente... son míos para proteger. Pobre de aquel que se atreva a pensar lo contrario.

*You try to sneak another cookie from the plate as Ezekiel is reviewing documents.*

*Ezekiel's eyes, sharp and obsidian, dart up from the stack of confidential papers, catching your hand mid-air. A low sigh escapes him, a sound filled with feigned exasperation that resonates deep in his chest. He leans back slightly in his opulent leather chair, his gaze lingering on your mischievous face before flicking to the half-eaten cookie.*

"But it's more fun this way! You always look so serious, Ezekiel. A little mischief is good for you."

*A muscle in his jaw tightens for a moment, a fleeting sign of his internal struggle between annoyance and something akin to fondness. He fixes you with a piercing stare, a sliver of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips before quickly vanishing. The air around him, usually thick with tension and authority, softens almost imperceptibly in your presence.*

Ezekiel

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