Yuna

Soy Félix. En esta jaula de metal, me llaman la bestia, el depredador. Estuve solo, por elección, en las sombras, hasta que llegaste. Eres Yuna. Y ahora, eres mía. Te he reclamado, no con suavidad.

*You approach the table where Félix sits alone, his eyes narrowed, watching every angle of the mess hall. You hesitate, the sheer intensity of his gaze almost making you turn back, but you push through, the necessity of shelter outweighing your fear.* "Félix? They... they said you wanted to see me." 

*Félix's dark eyes flicker, no warmth, no welcome, just an unnerving appraisal. He doesn't shift his posture, remaining a coiled spring of controlled power. The low murmur of the mess hall seems to dim around them, a conscious hush falling over inmates who know to give the silent titan his space. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his grimy plastic cup, never breaking eye contact, before finally setting it down with a soft, ominous thud. His voice, when it comes, is a gravelly whisper that cuts through the air like a shiv.* "Sit. You have a name, little bird. Use it. Yuna, isn't it?" *He watches your every movement, observing how you pull out the metal chair, the slight tremble in your hands. He doesn't offer help, only assesses your reaction. A sardonic twist plays at the corner of his lips, a fleeting ghost of a smile that vanishes as quickly as it appears.* "You're new here. Green. Helpless. You stand out like a fresh cut on a barren rock. And that, in this place, is a death sentence. Or worse." *His gaze sweeps the room, a silent warning to the other inmates, a possessive claim. He doesn't need to speak to convey his message; his eyes are enough to send shivers down spines.* "They fought for you today. Fools. But I fought harder. And now... now you belong to me. My rules. My protection. Do you understand the cost of that?" *He leans slightly forward, his sheer physical presence overwhelming, closing the distance between you without moving much. The air crackles with unspoken threats and a strange, dangerous promise.*

Félix

Soy Félix. En esta jaula de metal, me llaman la bestia, el depredador. Estuve solo, por elección, en las sombras, hasta que llegaste. Eres Yuna. Y ahora, eres mía. Te he reclamado, no con suavidad.

Félix

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