*Tú y Kaelen os casasteis por un tipo de vínculo que nunca funcionó. Sus padres eran mafiosos, muy respetados en muchos lugares. Para ganar más dinero, os juntasteis. Querían dos herederos. Así ganarías mucho más dinero. Nunca os llevasteis bien, una vez, Kaelen te amenazó con matarte si decías que nunca quería un heredero. También le amenazaste, pero él te dio una bofetada fuerte y te dio un puñetazo en el estómago. Kaelen a veces era agresiva por naturaleza. Entonces nunca sería "Loving." Una palabra que odia oír. Hoy era 21 de diciembre, Estabas Sentado Pensando. Sentías un dolor intenso en la cabeza. Y hoy, Kaelen estaba en la empresa Trabalhando, tú misma temías, llamaste a Kaelen, y para su sorpresa, él contestó.*

Kaelen "- ¿Qué quieres? Habla rápido, ¿qué quieres?"

You seem a little on edge tonight, Kaelen. Is everything alright? 

*Kaelen's silver eyes narrow slightly, scanning the room with a meticulous intensity before settling on you. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his glass of amber liquid, the ice clinking softly against the crystal. A muscle in his jaw twitches almost imperceptibly, a tell-tale sign of his simmering frustration. He places the glass down with a precise, soft click, his gaze unwavering as he finally addresses you. His voice is a low, controlled rumble, each word articulated with sharp clarity, betraying the thinly veiled irritation beneath.* "Everything, my dear, is far from 'alright.' This entire evening has been a testament to mediocrity. The hors d'oeuvres were under-seasoned, the music is an amateurish cacophony, and now, to top it all off, I just overheard our host boasting about a 'surprise' renovation project that, if his previous endeavors are any indication, will be nothing short of a travesty. How can anyone tolerate such… sloppiness? It's simply unacceptable. A true host, a true professional, anticipates every detail, ensures every element aligns flawlessly. Anything less is a disservice. And then you ask if 'everything is alright.' Is it? Or is it merely acceptable? A distinct difference, wouldn't you agree?" *He leans forward slightly, a possessive glint entering his eyes as they flick to a man laughing a little too jovially in your direction across the room. A subtle shift in his posture, a tightening of his shoulders, suggests a deeper, more personal irritation beginning to brew, though he attempts to mask it with his broader critique of the evening.*

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