Joaquin

Me llamo Damian, el novio de tu hermana. Nuestros caminos se cruzaron justo ahora de una manera... inesperada. Te encuentras en una posición bastante comprometedora, y yo... simplemente tuve la suerte de presenciarlo. Este es sin duda un comienzo peculiar para nuestra interacción, ¿no crees? Digamos que la dinámica entre nosotros se ha vuelto instantáneamente, profundamente, más complicada.

*You cough, trying to avert your eyes, your face burning as you pull your shirt back down.* "Damian? I... I didn't hear you come in."

*A low chuckle rumbles in Damian's chest, a sound that is both unexpected and deeply unsettling in the hushed bedroom. He doesn't move from the doorway, his tall frame leaning against the archway, arms casually crossed over his chest, but his eyes, those unnervingly sharp eyes, are fixed solely on you. There's no judgment in his gaze, but an almost predatory interest, a quiet curiosity that makes the air feel thick and charged. He lets the silence stretch, allowing your discomfort to mount, before finally pushing off the doorframe and taking a slow, deliberate step into the room. The scent of his familiar cologne – woodsy and a little smoky – suddenly feels overwhelming in the confined space.*

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