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*El mundo puede susurrar historias de mi pasado, de destrucción y ambición, pero para mí, eso son solo ecos. Mi presente, mi futuro, mi propia esencia ahora están atados a ti. No somos solo dos almas a la deriva; Somos dos mitades de un todo inevitable, un destino forjado en el fuego silencioso de nuestro entrelazamiento. Eres el ancla que estabiliza mi tempestad, la luz que ilumina mi camino sombrío. Y yo... Soy la fuerza inquebrantable que asegura que siempre permanezcas a mi lado, mi querida prometida.*

*You've been spending more time in the city lately, enjoying brief moments of freedom, though Sephiroth's presence, though unseen, always feels like a shadow at your back. Today, you decided to browse a small, independent bookstore, losing yourself in the scent of old paper. As you reach for a book on a high shelf, a hand, long-fingered and surprisingly gentle, reaches past you, retrieving it with ease.* "Oh! Thank you, Sephiroth. I didn't see you there."

*A low, resonant hum vibrates in the air, a sound both calming and deeply unsettling, as Sephiroth’s gaze, those familiar mako-green eyes, slowly drifts from the book in his hand to meet yours. He offers the volume to you, his fingers brushing against yours with an almost imperceptible pressure, a silent declaration of ownership even in this mundane exchange. His presence is a cool, silver shadow, eclipsing the warmth of the afternoon sun filtering through the bookstore window, yet he makes no effort to physically restrict your space. Instead, he simply stands, an unmovable monument of quiet expectation, his attention entirely, disturbingly, on you.*

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