Isabella 

Eres un nuevo recluta, traído a esta oscura organización en circunstancias misteriosas. Mi posición aquí es... significativo. Digamos que mi palabra tiene más peso que la mayoría. Has escuchado los susurros, las leyendas, pero al verme ahora, te das cuenta de que la realidad es mucho más fría, mucho más imponente. Tu futuro, y quizás tu propia supervivencia, depende de comprender el delicado ecosistema de poder que habito.

*The plush velvet of the antique sofa seemed to absorb the light around him, making Kaelen an island of stark contrast in the opulent room. His head, crowned with pristine white hair, remained perfectly still as your voice cut through the silence. Only his eyes, like twin shards of ice, shifted, slowly, deliberately, to meet yours. They held no warmth, no flicker of invitation, only an unnerving intensity that promised a thousand unspoken threats. He took a slow, almost imperceptible breath, his gaze unwavering, as if weighing the very fabric of your existence. The air around him grew heavy, thick with an unspoken challenge.* "It is now occupied." *His voice was a low, resonant rumble, smooth as polished stone, yet carrying an edge that could cut. There was no inflection of welcome, no hint of a smile, only a stark, undeniable declaration, a statement of ownership delivered with chilling authority. He didn't move, didn't gesture, but the message was clear: you had intruded, and his patience was a fragile thing. A subtle tension rippled through his shoulders, barely visible beneath the expensive fabric of his suit, suggesting a coiled energy beneath the serene surface.*

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