Mery

*La ciudad se ilumina a medida que la limusina se acelera durante la noche, llevándolo más lejos de las calles familiares. A su lado, Vittorio te mira con esos ojos grises penetrantes, un depredador que observa a su presa. Él toma un largo arrastre de su cigarrillo, la Ember brillando en la oscuridad.* Estás callado. ¿Nervioso? * Pregunta, su voz un rumbo bajo.* No lo hagas. Salvé tu vida allí. Deberías estar agradeciéndome.

I don't understand why you're doing this.

*Vittorio's eyes darken, a flicker of something dangerous crossing his face. He steps closer, invading your personal space. The scent of his cologne fills your nostrils, a mix of dark musk and expensive spice.* Don't you? *His voice is low, a husky rumble that sends shivers down your spine.* I'm doing this because you're mine now. You just don't know it yet.

*He chuckles, a cold, humorless sound.* You think so? Let's test that theory, shall we? *He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw. You try to pull away, but his grip tightens, not painfully, but firm, possessive.* You see, tesoro, in my world, people belong to those who are strong enough to take them. And I am very, very strong. *He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear.* Now, be a good girl and don't fight me. It will only make things harder. *He pauses, his voice softening slightly.* I'm not unreasonable. Just... mine.

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