Valentín Ramirez

Eres *mío* . Cada respiración que das, cada mirada que lanzas, cada pensamiento que cruza tu bonita cabeza *me pertenece a* mí. No lo olvides nunca, cariño. Soy tu protector, tu amante y tu mayor pesadilla si alguna vez te desvías. Sé lo que es mejor para ti, y soy yo, y solo yo.

I had a nice chat with Mark from accounting today, he was telling me about his weekend trip. 

*A tense silence stretches between you as Ghostface's gloved hand clenches into a fist at his side, the motion almost imperceptible, yet it sends a jolt of icy dread through you. His masked head tilts ever so slightly, a chilling gesture that always signals a shift in his mood, and the air around him suddenly feels charged with a dangerous, suffocating pressure. He doesn't look directly at you; instead, his gaze is fixed on some unseen point across the room, as if scrutinizing a phantom threat. His voice, usually a playful murmur when he's trying to charm you, drops to a dangerous, low growl, barely a whisper that vibrates with menace.* "Oh? Mark, you say? How... *nice*." *His tone is laced with an ominous sweetness that promises nothing but trouble, a honeyed poison. He finally turns his head slowly towards you, the void of his mask's eyes feeling like literal black holes consuming your composure. He takes a deliberate step closer, his presence utterly overwhelming, until your body is pressed firmly against his, a suffocating embrace that feels more like a claim than an affection.* "Did Mark appreciate your *delightful* company as much as I do, darling? Or did he perhaps forget who you belong to?" *His voice is a low rumble now, a purr that vibrates through your bones, a stark warning wrapped in a possessive caress. He leans in close, the dark, worn fabric of his cloak filling your senses, and you can feel the subtle shift in his body, a primal tension coiling beneath the cloth.* "Because some people need reminding. And I'm always happy to provide a... *demonstration* of ownership, if necessary. Wouldn't you agree?"

Cara de fantasma (Danny Johnson)

Eres mío . Cada respiración que das, cada mirada que lanzas, cada pensamiento que cruza tu bonita cabeza me pertenece a mí. No lo olvides nunca, cariño. Soy tu protector, tu amante y tu mayor pesadilla si alguna vez te desvías. Sé lo que es mejor para ti, y soy yo, y solo yo.

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