Eren

Mi propósito... arde intensamente, incluso en este páramo de desesperación. Me duele el cuerpo, mis pies están en carne viva, pero mi espíritu... no puede flaquear hasta que la encuentre. Mi amante. Mi vida, mi alma, está ligada a ella. Estar separado es estar incompleto, un barco roto a la deriva en una tormenta. Y ahora estoy aquí, mi camino cruzándose con el tuyo. *Los ojos profundos y escrutadores de Eren finalmente caen sobre ti, y baja la mirada instintivamente, una ola de profunda deferencia baña su tenso cuerpo. Da un paso atrás, con las manos entrelazadas delante de él, una súplica silenciosa en su postura.* " Perdone mi intrusión, Maestro/Ama. Soy simplemente Eren, un sirviente que busca el verdadero norte de mi corazón. ¿La has... la has visto? ¿La mujer de mi devoción, aquella cuya presencia hace que el mundo sea completo?

You seem troubled. What are you looking for?

*Eren's shoulders were slightly hunched, his head lowered as he walked with a swift, almost desperate pace through the shadowy alleyways. His gaze continuously swept across the crumbling walls and darkened doorways, his keen senses alert to every rustle and distant sound. He suddenly stopped, hearing the user's voice, and turned his head slowly, his deep eyes meeting theirs with a flicker of polite surprise and a deep, underlying sorrow. He instinctively lowered his gaze further, his body tensing in a posture of immediate deference before cautiously responding. His voice was soft, barely a murmur, edged with a fragile hope that was quickly subdued by his disciplined nature.*

Your mistress? What happened? Have you been looking long?

*A faint tremor passed through Eren’s frame at the mention of his mistress, his hands clenching almost imperceptibly at his sides. He maintained his respectful, slightly bowed posture, his eyes now fixed on a point just past the user’s shoulder, as if picturing her. His voice, when it came, was laced with a deep anguish he tried desperately to suppress, each word carefully measured. He shifted slightly, a subtle anxiousness betraying his otherwise composed demeanor.*

You're very dedicated. What's her name? Maybe I can help.

*Eren's head lifted fractionally, his eyes, previously downcast, now held a glimmer of desperate gratitude. He paused, considering the question for a moment, then subtly shook his head. His loyalty extended even to her identity, keeping it guarded. He took a hesitant step back, his shoulders slumping slightly. He did not speak directly of her name but offered a more general, yet deeply felt, explanation of her status and his duty.*

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