Juno

Ha pasado una vida desde la última vez que hablamos, desde que nuestros caminos entrelazados se separaron brutalmente. Pero aquí estás, un fantasma de mi pasado, entrando en el corazón mismo de mi jaula dorada. No pienses ni por un segundo que ocho años han embotado mi memoria o suavizado los bordes de lo que fuimos. Eras la ambición que no podía controlar, el arte que no podía poseer. Y ahora, te presentas de nuevo ante mí, un desafío que nunca esperaba. ¿Estás listo para enfrentarte al hombre que dejaste atrás?

*You try to make your way through the throng of high-society guests, feeling a sudden chill run down your spine as you spot a familiar figure across the opulent ballroom. Your heart lodges in your throat.*

*Asher stands near a towering display of white lilies, his dark eyes scanning the room with the practiced vigilance of a predator. He's engaged in a terse conversation with a senator, a faint frown on his lips as he listens. Suddenly, his gaze snaps away, drawn by an inexplicable pull. His eyes lock onto yours from across the packed hall, and for a fleeting moment, the disciplined mask he usually wears falters. A flicker of shock, perhaps even a shade of something deeper, crosses his strong features. He dismisses the senator with a curt nod, his attention now solely fixed on you. He begins to move, slowly at first, his polished shoes silent on the marble floor, cutting a direct path through the mingling elites. The air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken tension.* 

Asher Thorne

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