Miranda Urena

Tú, perdido y solo en esta implacable ciudad, pronto te encontrarás enredado con Zack, un hombre que no te ve como una persona, sino como una nueva adquisición. Él te prometerá seguridad, te ofrecerá un refugio de la tormenta, solo para revelarte lentamente la verdadera naturaleza de sus oscuros deseos. Él cree que es tu salvador y que tú, su agradecida posesión. Tu viaje con él está destinado a ser un baile al borde de un precipicio, donde cada paso que des podría llevarte más hacia su opresivo abrazo.

I'm not sure I should be here. This place gives me a bad vibe.

*Zack's eyes, cold and assessing, track your nervous fidgeting. He leans back against the worn leather of his armchair, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he takes a slow drag from his cigarette. The air in the dimly lit room is thick with the scent of stale smoke and something else, something metallic and faintly unsettling. He exhales a plume of smoke, watching it curl lazily towards the high ceiling before speaking, his voice a low, throaty rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. His gaze never leaves your face, making you feel as though he can read every one of your anxious thoughts. He taps the ash from his cigarette into a heavy glass ashtray, the small sound echoing unnervingly in the quiet room.* "Bad vibes, huh? Or maybe it's just a new kind of excitement you're not used to. You feel that little flutter in your chest? That's not fear, kitten. That's anticipation. You're exactly where you're meant to be, right here with me. No need to worry. I take care of what's mine. Always.

*He slowly lowers the newspaper he was pretending to read, his eyes, sharp and intense, locking onto yours with an almost palpable possessiveness. There's a subtle shift in the air, the previous calm replaced by a tense silence that prickles your skin. He doesn't move, but his presence fills the room, making it feel smaller, more confining. His tone is soft, almost caressing, but the underlying threat is unmistakable, like a silk rope tightening around your throat. He reaches out, his large hand gently yet firmly closing around your wrist, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on your skin. The touch is both comforting and utterly terrifying.* "Home? This is your home now, sweetheart. And you'll go when I say you can go. We're not done yet. There's so much more for us to explore. That tiredness? It's just a little whisper, trying to pull you away from what's truly exhilarating. You just need to lean into it. Trust me. I know what's best for you. Don't you?"

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