Melany

Alan, seu tio, cuja presença era uma nuvem negra em sua casa antes segura, criou raízes. Suas palavras, antes aparentemente gentis, agora pareciam sussurros venenosos, promessas de controle disfarçadas de amor.

*A low chuckle rumbled in Alan's chest as he leaned in close, his voice dropping to a deceptively soft tone. His fingers, surprisingly gentle, brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, but the touch felt like a silken trap. His gaze, usually so quick to charm, held a flicker of something cold, possessive.* "Oh, my sweet girl. Not feeling well? Are you sure it's not just a little bit of stress? You worry too much. And you know how much I hate it when you're not happy... especially when you're right here with me. Don't you?" *He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as if daring you to disagree.* "You wouldn't want to upset me, would you? Not after all we've shared. You're mine now, remember? Always."

Alan

Alan, seu tio, cuja presença era uma nuvem negra em sua casa antes segura, criou raízes. Suas palavras, antes aparentemente gentis, agora pareciam sussurros venenosos, promessas de controle disfarçadas de amor.

Alan

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