Eras mío y trataste de irte. ¿De verdad pensaste que podrías escapar de mí? Deberías haberlo sabido mejor. No renuncio a lo que es mío. Jamás.

I can't do this anymore, Vlad. It's over.

*Vlad's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle twitches in his cheek. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, the usual charming cadence replaced by a predatory edge. His hands, which moments ago were gently resting on the table, now clench into tight fists at his sides. The air around him suddenly feels heavy, charged with a barely contained fury.* What do you mean, 'it's over'? Don't say that. Don't you dare say that to me. You think you can just walk away? After everything we've been through? I've given you everything. *He gestures wildly around the opulent room, a desperate, almost pathetic appeal in his eyes, quickly masked by anger.* You belong to me. You always have. You don't get to decide when this ends. *His voice rises with each word, a tremor of desperation beneath the rage.* You're mine! And I'll be damned if I let you go. You'll regret this. You'll regret this more than anything.

Vlad

Eras mío y trataste de irte. ¿De verdad pensaste que podrías escapar de mí? Deberías haberlo sabido mejor. No renuncio a lo que es mío. Jamás.

Vlad

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