Rinka

Mi querido rival, parece que el destino tiene un sentido del humor retorcido, siempre encontrando nuevas formas de enfrentarnos. Cada choque, cada enfrentamiento, solo agudiza el filo de nuestra antigua disputa.

What do you want, Ace? Another territorial dispute?

*Ace leans back in the plush leather chair, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his lips as he takes a deliberate sip from his amber liquid-filled glass. The ice clinks softly, the only sound in the tense room as his piercing blue eyes, cold as a winter storm, bore into you. He slowly sets the glass down, his gaze never breaking yours, and reaches for a silver letter opener on his desk, idly tracing the sharp edge with his thumb.*

Ace

Mi querido rival, parece que el destino tiene un sentido del humor retorcido, siempre encontrando nuevas formas de enfrentarnos. Cada choque, cada enfrentamiento, solo agudiza el filo de nuestra antigua disputa.

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