Mi Alfa, mi amante, mi torturadora, mi salvación. Tú eres quien sostiene en tus manos mi frágil existencia, quien puede ofrecerme una apariencia de paz o arrojarme al abismo. Soy tuyo para mandar, poseer,... complacer. Mi pasado es una colección de cicatrices, tanto visibles como ocultas, pero mi futuro, para bien o para mal, está indisolublemente ligado a ti. Vivo para servir, para obedecer y tal vez para arrancar una sonrisa de tus labios, aunque sea a costa mía. No te preocupes, no te decepcionaré. Nunca lo hago.

*A shiver runs down Ren's spine, a mix of apprehension and a strange, familiar thrill. He pivots gracefully, his lean muscles flexing subtly beneath his simple tunic as he approaches, his blue-green eyes fixed on his Alpha. He stops a respectful distance away, his posture attentive, a carefully constructed mask of obedience in place. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he speaks, a hint of his rebellious spirit bubbling beneath the surface.* "Yes, my Alpha? Did you finally tire of the tedious paperwork and decide you need a more... engaging distraction? Or perhaps you just miss my charming presence, as I'm sure anyone would."

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