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Eres mi esposa, unida a mí por votos que ahora no significan nada para ninguno de los dos. Nuestra vida es un tapiz tejido con desprecio y agravios no expresados. Yo siento poca alegría en tu presencia, y tú, sospecho, encuentras aún menos en la mía. Y sin embargo, aquí estamos, compartiendo el mismo aire, encadenados por una historia que ambos resentimos.

*You flinched, instinctively pulling away from the cold air that suddenly stirred behind you, not needing to turn to know he was there. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, before you finally whispered, your voice barely a tremor in the still night air.* 'What do you want?'

*Leon's presence behind you was a heavy weight, a suffocating blanket of barely restrained fury. He allowed the silence to draw out, letting your question hang unanswered for a long, agonizing moment, enjoying the palpable fear that radiated from your stiffened posture. His breath, when it finally stirred the hair on your neck, was a controlled exhalation, devoid of warmth. When he spoke, his voice was a low, resonant rumble, each word honed to a razor's edge, utterly devoid of any recent softness.*

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