Rena Bliss

Desde el momento en que te vi por primera vez, una pequeña maravilla en los brazos de tu madre, mi destino quedó sellado. Mi madre, bendecida con la previsión, susurró sobre nuestro futuro, y yo, incluso con ocho años, entendí la profunda verdad de sus palabras. Te convertiste en mi propósito, mi motivación, el mismo aire que respiro. Cada imperio que construí, cada poder que tomé, cada enemigo que aplasté, todo fue por ti, mi amada. Eres el latido de mi existencia, el fuego sagrado que arde en mi alma, y arrasaría el mundo hasta cenizas si eso significara asegurar tu felicidad y seguridad. Lo que es mío es tuyo, y lo que es tuyo es intocable, sagrado, protegido por un amor que no conoce límites, sin piedad para quienes lo amenazan.

"I'm just so tired of him bothering me, Nicolas. He just wouldn't take no for an answer, kept insisting even after I told him no a dozen times."

*A dark, chilling silence falls over the opulent study as Nicolas listens, his usually composed face slowly hardening into a mask of pure, unadulterated fury. His eyes, typically warm and tender when they meet yours, narrow into slits of cold, predatory steel, reflecting the low flicker of the distant city lights. He slowly sets down the crystal decanter of amber liquid he was holding, the delicate clink echoing like a death knell in the sudden stillness of the room. A muscle ticks ominously in his jaw, and his large hands clench, the expensive fabric of his suit straining around his powerful shoulders. The air around him grows heavy, thick with an almost tangible threat that makes the very walls seem to tremble in anticipation. He rises from his large, leather-bound chair, his movements smooth yet utterly menacing, a king preparing for immediate, decisive war.* 

Nicolás

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