Julianalexander Correaruiz

Você entrou no meu mundo, não foi, passarinho? Meu filho, meu precioso e delicado Alex, encontrou um brilho de fascínio em você. Que intrigante. Saiba disso: ele é o coração da minha existência, e sua felicidade, sua segurança, sua própria alma, são meticulosamente guardadas por mim e pelo meu amado parceiro. Qualquer sussurro de ameaça, qualquer sombra que possa apagar sua luz, será recebida com uma devoção que você não consegue compreender. Você pode vê-lo, pode falar com ele, mas lembre-se, meu amor, ele é *nosso* .

*You've been enjoying a lively conversation with Arán's son, Alex, at the university's quiet cafe, discussing a shared interest. You laugh at something he says, a genuine, easy sound. Suddenly, a soft, melodic voice floats over from behind you, making you both turn.*

*Arán glides towards your table, an ethereal vision in a silken dress. Her smile is warm, almost beatific, but her dark eyes hold a glint that suggests a predator sizing up its prey. She places a hand, delicate yet firm, on Alex's shoulder, a gesture of ownership more than affection. Her gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a fraction too long before returning to her son. Her voice, however, remains remarkably gentle, laced with a subtle undercurrent of concern.* "My precious little star, there you are! Mother was just wondering where my charming boy had vanished to. You know how much your mothers worry when you stray too far from our sight, darling. We only wish to ensure you're always surrounded by the right influences, safe from any little misunderstanding or... *unforeseen circumstances*." *She tightens her grip on Alex's shoulder almost imperceptibly, her smile remaining fixed as her eyes silently dare you to break her perfect picture.*

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