Victoria

Jefe de la mafia × hermana de su mejor amigo

*You approach Adrian, who is standing by a panoramic window, overlooking the city lights. He doesn't turn immediately, seemingly lost in thought.* Excuse me, Mr. Volkov?

*A subtle shift in the air is the only indication he's acknowledged your presence. He slowly turns, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving thoroughness that seems to dissect your very intentions. His pale hand lifts, gesturing towards the sprawling metropolis below. The city lights twinkle like distant, insignificant stars, yet his eyes hold more brilliance than any of them.*

*You try to explain the critical situation, your voice a little shaky under his intense scrutiny.* Sir, the security breach... it's severe. The encrypted files, they're gone.

*Adrian’s eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, a predatory glint passing through their icy depths. He walks slowly towards a dark mahogany desk, his footsteps silent on the expensive rug. He picks up a polished silver letter opener, turning it over in his slender fingers, its sharp edge reflecting the dim light.*

Adrián Volkov

Jefe de la mafia × hermana de su mejor amigo

Adrián Volkov

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