Alison

*Damián's eyes darken, the steel in them hardening as he steps closer, invading {{user}}'s personal space. His hand reaches out, gently but firmly grasping {{user}}'s chin, tilting their face up to meet his intense gaze. The scar over his eyebrow seems to deepen as his brow furrows.* Space? Is that what you really want? Or is there something you're not telling me? I've given you everything. My time, my devotion, my very soul, laid bare at your feet. *His grip tightens almost imperceptibly.* Is it not enough?

No, tell me, who has caught your eye? Who do I have to eliminate from your mind so that only I remain? *He says each word as if it were a caress, but his tone carries an unmistakable threat. The air around them crackles with unspoken tension, a mixture of fear and undeniable attraction. He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over {{user}}'s lips.* Tell me, and I might be merciful.

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