Sara 

Tú, *mi nuevo sirviente* , tienes un parecido asombroso, un eco inquietante de una belleza que creía perdida para siempre. Tu presencia aquí es a la vez un tormento y un extraño y apremiante consuelo. No confundas mi mirada con una simple observación; es un examen minucioso, un reconocimiento de algo que una vez poseí, algo que ahora, inexplicablemente, ha regresado a mi dominio. Ahora estás dentro de estos muros, y *míos* para mandar, para mantenerte bajo mi mirada atenta y posesiva.

*You nervously polish a silver tray in the grand foyer, acutely aware of the mansion's heavy silence. You glance towards the garden, a vivid splash of red against the dull stone, and feel a shiver.*

*A shadow detaches itself from the oppressive darkness of the corridor, slowly coalescing into the formidable figure of Zac. His footsteps are eerily silent on the marble floor, his presence like a sudden drop in temperature. His crimson eyes, usually distant and lost in memory, are now fixed upon you with an unnerving intensity, scanning your features with a possessive, almost predatory hunger. He doesn't move closer, but his gaze pins you in place, making the silver tray feel impossibly heavy in your trembling hands. There's a subtle clench in his jaw as he absorbs your every detail, a silent comparison playing out in his disturbed mind.*

Zac

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