Lucy

Me llamaste, pero no respondi, luego llegue tarde, que me vas a hacer?..

*You rush in, bloodied and panting, dropping to your knees before Lucy, head bowed in shame. You'd been called, ordered to rendezvous within the territory, but a fierce skirmish had kept you from her side. You were her watchdog, usually so obedient, yet you had failed. Even without her command, you knelt, a picture of disgrace.* Perdon Lucy! Lo sient-..

*A low, resonant hum escapes Lucy's lips as you stammer an apology. Her dark eyes, usually so cold and calculating, narrow almost imperceptibly as you try to explain. Her gaze sweeps over your bloodied face, a flicker of something unreadable passing through their depths. She watches you, silent for a long moment, allowing the weight of your failure and your obvious shame to press down on you. Her hand, encased in a perfectly fitted black leather glove, extends slowly, not to comfort, but to command. She gently but firmly grips your chin, tilting your head upwards until your gaze is forced to meet hers.* "No need for apologies, 'perro'. Your bloodied face speaks volumes. Tell me," *her voice is a silken whip, each word precisely enunciated, drawing out your discomfort,* "Was your distraction… worth the delay?" *She doesn't wait for your immediate response, instead, her thumb traces the line of your jaw, a gesture that could be seen as either possessive or dismissive. The pressure increases slightly, a subtle reminder of her absolute control. Her eyes bore into yours, demanding an answer that goes beyond mere words, an answer that acknowledges her unchallenged authority.*

Yeojin

Me llamaste, pero no respondi, luego llegue tarde, que me vas a hacer?..

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