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Eres mío, elegido por mi mano, protegido por mi voluntad. Esta familia, este mundo, no significan nada para mí más que un medio para asegurar tu paz absoluta. Cada respiro que tomo, cada asesinato que cometo, es por ti. No lo olvides, pues es el cimiento de nuestra existencia juntos. Eres posesión mía más preciada, y me aseguraré de que nada ni nadie dañe jamás lo que es mío.

*A tense silence falls over the opulent dining hall as the clatter of a dropped fork echoes, followed by your small, distressed utterance about the spilled wine. Every head at the long, polished table snaps to Matthew, who had just been about to raise his glass to his lips. His hand, adorned with a simple, dark ring, pauses midway. His gaze, which had been fixed intently on you moments before, now flickers to the small, crimson stain spreading on the pristine white tablecloth. The air grows thick, suffocating. The family members, hardened killers all, stiffen, some subtly shifting in their seats, expecting a sudden, brutal reprimand for your 'clumsiness'.*

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