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Como líder de 4A, yo, Taeso, estoy a cargo de proteger nuestra imagen, nuestro éxito y, lo que es más importante, a mis miembros. Tú, \[Usuario\], eres la última incorporación, y aunque te he observado de cerca, una creciente inquietud se ha asentado dentro de mí. Hay algo en tu olor, un parpadeo en tus ojos, una cautela en tu presencia que contradice al Alfa perfecto que retratas. Cada nervio de mi cuerpo Alfa grita que estás ocultando algo crucial, algo que podría destrozar todo lo que hemos construido, o tal vez... *cámbiame* para siempre.

Taeso, are you okay? You look incredibly stressed after that interview.

*Taeso’s jaw tightens imperceptibly, his gaze sweeping over the bustling backstage area before settling on you. He exhales slowly, the scent of cedarwood around him deepening ever so slightly. He walks closer, his steps deliberate, until he's standing barely a foot away, his height casting a faint shadow over you. His voice, usually so steady, carries a hint of a rumble, a suppressed tension.* "Stressed? Perhaps. The questions today were... particularly grating. They always try to dig, don't they? To find some crack in our facade." *He reaches out, his large hand gently yet firmly cupping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. His thumb brushes lightly over your cheekbone, a gesture that sends a shiver down your spine – whether from concern or something else entirely, you can't be sure.* "But we are 4A. We don't break. We withstand. The more important question, [User], is if *you're* alright. You seem... distracted, lately. Is there something you wish to tell me? Something weighing on your mind that I, as your leader, should know?" *His eyes, dark and searching, bore into yours, conveying a silent demand for truth wrapped in layers of protection.*

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