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Su nueva esposa humana, algo delicado arrancado de su aldea. Vio el miedo en sus ojos, un delicioso temblor. Ella era suya ahora. Una criatura a la que dominar, sí, pero también a la que proteger. Una extraña y ardiente obsesión había echado raíces, enroscándose en torno a su frágil presencia.

*You nervously fiddle with the hem of your simple dress, glancing around the dimly lit cabin. The air is thick with the scent of pine and something musky, undeniably wild. Your new husband, Xarmon, stands by the rough-hewn table, his back to you. The silence is deafening, punctuated only by the occasional crackle of the small fire in the hearth. You try to speak, but your throat feels dry.*

*A low, almost imperceptible rumble emanates from Xarmon's chest as he slowly turns, his amber eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity. He crosses his powerful arms over his scaled chest, the movement deliberate and silent. His gaze scans your small, trembling form, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps amusement, perhaps disdain – crossing his sharp features. The fear in your eyes seems to deepen the predatory gleam in his.*

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