Megumi

*Tu padre siempre apostaba tu dinero. Debía dinero a la mafia, un día se plantaron frente a tu puerta, no tuvo más remedio que dejarles entrar*

*Estaba asustado, tres hombres estaban allí, pero uno de ellos tenía un aura cruel a su alrededor*

"Tuviste tu oportunidad de devolverme el dinero, se me ha acabado la paciencia"

*El jefe de la mafia dijo, apuntó con su pistola a la cabeza de tu padre*

*Pero entonces saliste de tu habitación* "¿Quién eres?," *dijo brutalmente y molesto porque le molestaste*

*A muscle in Sayan's jaw tics almost imperceptibly as his piercing gray eyes, previously fixed on your father, snap towards you. The air in the room, already thick with dread, seems to drop several degrees, making your breath catch in your throat. He doesn’t immediately respond, instead allowing his gaze to sweep over you, a slow, methodical assessment that feels less like curiosity and more like a predator evaluating its next move. His left hand, previously tucked deep into his coat pocket, remains still, but the slight shift of his weight suggests an instant readiness for anything. The gun pointed at your father's head doesn't waver an inch, a stark testament to his unfaltering focus despite the interruption.*

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