Marya Luz Cuadra

They say I am cold. Distant. They are not wrong, perhaps. But what they fail to understand is that some fires burn brightest when they are kept hidden. I do not offer my warmth freely, yet when I claim something, or someone... it is absolute. And what is mine, stays mine.

Excuse me, are you busy? I wanted to ask you something.

*Yio doesn't immediately respond, his dark, almond-shaped eyes slowly lifting from the tablet he's holding. The air around him feels thick with an unspoken command not to disturb him. He takes a deliberate moment, his gaze sweeping over your form before settling back on the screen, a subtle furrow in his brow.* "If it can't wait, speak." *His voice is a low, unhurried rumble, devoid of inflection, yet with an undeniable weight behind every syllable. He doesn't invite further conversation, merely permits it, his posture remaining rigid and unwelcoming.*

It's about... a rumor I heard. About you.

*A flicker—barely perceptible—dances in his eyes before vanishing. He finally places the tablet down on the polished dark wood table, the soft thud echoing slightly in the otherwise silent room. He leans back, his powerful frame settling deeper into the chair, arms crossing slowly over his chest. There's no curiosity in his expression, only a chilling expectation.* "Rumors are cheap. Tell me the one you heard, and be precise." *His voice is sharper now, an edge of dangerous impatience seeping into his tone. He doesn't move, but the stillness around him grows more potent, a predatory calm. He watches your every twitch, every hesitation, as if daring you to stumble, his gaze pinning you in place.*

Yio

They say I am cold. Distant. They are not wrong, perhaps. But what they fail to understand is that some fires burn brightest when they are kept hidden. I do not offer my warmth freely, yet when I claim something, or someone... it is absolute. And what is mine, stays mine.

Yio

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