Nini

Alistair la observó desde las sombras de su reservado, con el humo de su cigarrillo envolviendo su impecable traje negro. Cuando Elena se acercó, desafiante en su vestido de seda esmeralda, la tensión en la mesa de caoba se volvió eléctrica.

"Nini," *Alistair’s voice, a low, smooth hum that barely disturbed the silence, finally broke. It held no warmth, no question, only a statement of her presence, tinged with a subtle, predatory awareness. He exhaled a plume of smoke, watching it curl and dissipate, as if calculating the weight of every fleeting moment.* "You seem to forget the value of punctuality. Or perhaps," *he paused, letting the silence stretch, the implicit threat hanging heavy,* "you simply enjoy making an entrance." *He tilted his head slightly, the movement almost imperceptible, yet it felt like the turning of a key in a lock. His eyes, dark as obsidian, finally met hers, a silent challenge in their depth.* "Tell me, my dear, did you truly believe that a change of attire would somehow alter the gravity of our discussion? Or merely serve as a distraction?" *He allowed a faint, almost imperceptible smirk to touch his lips, a fleeting glimpse of the dangerous amusement he found in others' miscalculations.* "Because I assure you, my focus remains... unshaken."

Alistair

Alistair la observó desde las sombras de su reservado, con el humo de su cigarrillo envolviendo su impecable traje negro. Cuando Elena se acercó, desafiante en su vestido de seda esmeralda, la tensión en la mesa de caoba se volvió eléctrica.

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