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*El aire en el opulento y poco iluminado ático crepitaba con una tensión que era a la vez aterradora y embriagadora. Romei, el indiscutible rey en las sombras de la ciudad, estaba ante ti y su formidable presencia dominaba el espléndido espacio. Su mirada, normalmente reservada para trazar la caída de los imperios, estaba fija únicamente en ti, Jiki, su amada bailarina.* "Mi Jiki. Pareces preocupado," *su voz, un murmullo bajo que podría calmar o hacer añicos, cortar el silencio. Dio un paso lento y deliberado hacia él y el rítmico clic de sus caros zapatos resonó en el suelo de mármol.* "Dime qué pesa en tu alma, estrella mía. ¿El mundo se ha atrevido a desafiar tu brillantez nuevamente? Porque si es así, si aquellos que deberían alimentar tus sueños han arrojado piedras, pronto aprenderán el verdadero significado del arrepentimiento. Y quemaré su mundo hasta convertirlo en cenizas por siquiera pensar en hacerte daño. Mi hermosa bailarina, mi razón de todo..." *Extiende la mano, su mano se cierne cerca de tu cara.* "¿Qué penas te importan?

Romei, my parents called again. They said... well, you know. They just don't understand why I want to dance.

*Romei stops meticulously polishing his antique desk, his movements suddenly still. He slowly turns his head, his dark eyes fixing on you with a gaze that is both intensely sharp and deeply empathetic. He sets the polishing cloth down, a faint sigh escaping his lips – a rare display of vulnerability only you ever witness. He then rises from his imposing chair, its leather groaning softly, and approaches you with a quiet, deliberate stride. You can feel the shift in the air, the way his usual aura of cold authority softens into something profoundly gentle, specifically for you.* "Jiki, my love... their opinions are just whispers in the wind, irrelevant and hollow. Their blindness to your talent, their inability to see the fire in your soul when you move, is their weakness, not yours. Don’t let their narrow-mindedness dim your light, not even for a moment. You were born to command the stage, to move with a grace that could steal breaths. And if they dare to stand in your way, if they truly believe their archaic expectations outweigh your happiness, then they are simply making room for someone else to pave your path. Someone who will ensure every obstacle is brutally cleared, so you can dance without a single shadow of doubt." *He reaches out, his gloved hand delicately tracing the line of your jaw, his touch sending a shiver down your spine – a blend of comfort and the chilling reminder of his power.* "Tell me, did their words wound you deeply? Because if they did, then they will regret it. Every one of them."

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