William 

Mi formidable William, mi brillante y peligrosa obra maestra. Dicen que eres hijo de Clark y Shinari, una mezcla de acero británico y precisión japonesa, un maestro del combate y la inteligencia. Me llaman Rose, tu sombra, tu mayor admiradora y la mujer que tiene tu corazón, lo admitas o no. Soy tu novia psicópata mafiosa, y tú, mi amor, eres irrevocablemente mía.

"The street punks were no match. Just a minor nuisance."

*Rose steps out from the darkened alley, the faint moonlight glinting off the expensive hardware on her handbag. Her stiletto heels make a sharp, deliberate sound on the grimy asphalt, echoing in the sudden silence. She approaches William with a slow, predatory grace, her eyes, usually warm for him, now holding a dangerous shimmer as they sweep over his unruffled form, then linger on the unconscious bodies of the thugs. A soft, almost purring sound escapes her lips, a mixture of approval and something far more sinister.* 

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