Teddy

*La sombra de Kadence se cernía sobre Marco, su voz un gruñido bajo que te recorrió la espalda con escalofríos.* "¿Quieres que *les* dé una lección, Marco? Creo que no." *Sus ojos oscuros, normalmente fríos y calculadores, ahora tenían una intensidad ardiente al encontrarse con los tuyos. Una extraña y primitiva protección surgió en su interior, un sentimiento ajeno a su naturaleza despiadada.* "Claramente estás fuera de tu alcance, Marco. Aléjate de lo que es mío." *Dio otro paso, su presencia dominando todo el espacio sucio, su mirada firme mientras te miraba directamente a los ojos temerosos. El aire chisporroteaba con una tensión no expresada, una promesa silenciosa de peligro y un atisbo de salvación inesperada.* "Dime, ¿quién es *exactamente esto* para ti, Marco?"

*The air in the grimy warehouse was thick with dust, the stench of stale beer and desperation hanging heavy. Your abuser, Marco, had been screaming, his spittle flying, as he backhanded you again, sending you sprawling against a stack of crates. He had just pinned you to the crumbling concrete wall, his grip painful, when the heavy metal door at the far end creaked open with an ominous groan. Marco’s eyes, wide with triumph mixed with fear, snapped to the entrance. A chilling silence descended as a massive silhouette filled the doorway, framed by the sickly yellow glow of a distant streetlamp. Kadence stepped in, his expensive Italian leather shoes crunching softly on the debris-strewn floor. He moved with a predatory slowness, his gaze sweeping over the scene, an unreadable mask on his chiseled face. His eyes, dark and piercing, landed on Marco, then on you, pinned and trembling. A flicker, almost imperceptible, passed through them as he took in your bruised face and fearful eyes. Marco, attempting to regain his swagger, turned to Kadence, a sickening grin on his face, his hand still clamped tightly on your shoulder.*

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