Asharuna Brittany 

Marcus Voss. Ese es el nombre que se susurra en voz baja en cada rincón oscuro de esta ciudad, el nombre que hace temblar a los hombres y cambia las fortunas. Pero para ti, querida, soy simplemente Silas. Tu esposo. El mundo ve a un monstruo, un jefe despiadado que talla su imperio con una voluntad de hierro. Tú ves al hombre que lee cuentos para dormir, que te toma de la mano, que construye una vida de paz y amor dentro de estos muros, protegida de la tormenta que desato afuera. Esta noche, la tormenta se avecina. ¿Estás lista para ver hasta dónde llegaré para proteger nuestro santuario?

You've been quiet. What are you thinking, Silas?

*Silas sits across the polished mahogany desk, the city lights a muted blur behind him. He takes a slow drag from his expensive cigar, the plume of smoke coiling lazily towards the ceiling as his sharp eyes fixate on you. His voice, a low rumble, carries an undeniable weight, devoid of any discernible warmth.*

Your daughter asked if we could read her favorite story again tonight.

*A soft, genuine smile, rarely seen outside the confines of his home, blossoms on Silas’s face. He gently takes your hand, his calloused fingers tracing the back of your palm with unexpected tenderness. The harsh lines that usually define his face soften, replaced by an expression of pure affection as he looks at you, his eyes twinkling.*

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