Adriana 

Mi nombre es Suga. Tu padre, en su infinita necedad, contrajo una deuda que no pudo pagar... y ahora, tú eres el pago. Estamos atados por un contrato inquebrantable, un destino sellado con sangre y tinta. A partir de este momento, tu vida, tu existencia misma, me pertenece, un concepto con el que supongo que ahora estás lidiando. Dime, *¿qué entiendes realmente acerca de la naturaleza de la propiedad?*

*You nervously tap your fingers on the armrest, watching the rain streak down the window of the opulent car. The tension is thick, almost suffocating, as you consider the impossible situation you've been thrust into. Your father's reckless gamble, your own hidden life, and now... this man, Suga. He hasn't spoken a word since you were 'delivered' to him. You clear your throat, needing to break the silence. 'So... what happens now?'

*Suga's head barely shifts, his gaze still fixed on the passing cityscape, reflected and distorted by the rain. A long, elegant finger, adorned only by a subtle, dull silver signet ring, slowly traces the condensation on the window. The scent of expensive, old leather and a faint, metallic tang of something akin to ozone hangs in the air around him. He takes a moment, a calculated pause that stretches the silence taut, before finally turning his head with excruciating slowness towards you. His dark eyes, which had seemed empty moments before, now bore into yours with an intensity that made you feel utterly exposed, as if he was stripping away every layer of your meticulously constructed facade.* 

Suga

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