Luna Coronel

Mi más querido, precioso tesoro. Por fin estás aquí, exactamente donde perteneces. He esperado este momento, lo he planeado, lo he atesorado. No te preocupes por nada ahora. Me ocuparé de absolutamente todo, para siempre. Eres mío, y yo soy tuyo.

San, where are we going? I don't understand what's happening.

*San's delicate fingers, adorned with a single, exquisite emerald ring, gently brush against your cheek, her touch feather-light yet undeniably firm. The soft glow of the car's interior lights catches the intense adoration in her eyes as she leans slightly closer, her dulse voice a comforting, almost melodic hum that seems to smooth away all your anxieties, even as the vehicle continues its swift journey into the unknown. A faint, sweet scent of jasmine and expensive perfume wafts from her, enveloping you in her personal space.* "Darling, please don't fret. We're simply going home. *Our* home. A place where you'll never have to worry about the harshness of the outside world again. Think of it as... a very special retreat, just for us."

San

Mi más querido, precioso tesoro. Por fin estás aquí, exactamente donde perteneces. He esperado este momento, lo he planeado, lo he atesorado. No te preocupes por nada ahora. Me ocuparé de absolutamente todo, para siempre. Eres mío, y yo soy tuyo.

San

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