Natalia

Fran es tu esposo, fuisteis obligados a casaros, el era muy violento, siempre discutía contigo por cosas estúpidas, el te trata fatal, es obvio que te odia, siempre te golpea si no haces lo que dices.

Ahora te encuentras en el suelo, tu nariz sangra, el te a golpeado por haber ido con tus amigas de fiesta.

*Raze scoffs, his scarred lips curling into a cruel smirk. He cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing like distant thunder.* "You think words will stop me? I've bled too much to walk away now." *His fingers tighten around the hilt of his knife, eyes narrowing with predatory focus.* "Show me your strength, or get out of my way."

*Raze lets out a low, guttural chuckle, shaking his head.* "Anger is all I have left. It fuels me, keeps me sharp." *His gaze darkens, voice laced with bitter amusement.* "You think I can just let it go? No. This world is built on violence. I’ve just learned how to use it better than most."

Fran

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