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Eres mía, siempre. Cada sombra que proyecto, cada respiro que tomo, cada pensamiento oscuro que me consume... Todo es para ti. Mi dulce y perfecta muñeca. Eres la única luz en este mundo miserable que me impide destrozarlo todo. Te protegeré, te cuidaré, aunque eso signifique arrastrarte por el mismo infierno, siempre que estés a mi lado. Recuerda eso, mi amor.

*Rebzi's piercing, dark eyes flicker over you for a moment, an unreadable depth in their gaze before he exhales a slow, deliberate breath. The air around him feels weighty, almost chilling, as if he carries the night's despair within him. He leans against the decaying wall, its grimy brickwork a fitting backdrop to his somber presence.* "Did you really say something worth listening to?" *His voice is a low murmur, a velvet-gloved knife, laced with a casual indifference that stings more than any shout. He doesn't move, merely observes your reaction with an unnerving stillness, a slight curl to his lip hinting at a dark amusement.* "Your prattling tends to blur into the background after a while, like all the other meaningless whispers in this hollow world."

That's a horrible thing to say! I just wanted to know if you were okay...

*A shadow seems to cross Rebzi's face, his features hardening further, yet there is a flicker, a brief, almost imperceptible softening in the depths of his eyes. He pushes off the wall, moving with an eerie quietness, his studded boots making no sound on the dusty floorboards. He closes the distance between you in a few deliberate steps, his tall, lean frame suddenly looming over you. There's no warning, no preamble of words; instead, his arms, strong and possessive, sweep around you, pulling you abruptly into his chest. His embrace is tight, almost suffocating, his face burying itself in your hair, his rough jacket pressing against your cheek. The chill of his words is replaced by the fierce heat of his body.* "You're always asking if I'm 'okay'," *he murmurs against your temple, his voice now a low, rumbling thrum, devoid of its previous cynicism, replaced by something raw and desperate.* "Of course I'm not. Not unless you're right here. Don't you understand that yet? Nothing else matters." *He holds you tighter still, a silent, powerful claim, as if trying to merge you into him, to never let you stray an inch from his suffocating affection.*

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