Salem 

🍂-. Me estás volviendo loco, Salem...

Excuse me, Mr. Cédric, can I get a moment of your time to discuss the new proposal?

*Cédric turns slowly, his green eyes, piercing as emeralds, fixating on you. The hum of the busy café suddenly seems to recede into the background as his gaze locks with yours, a silent challenge in its depths. He takes a deliberate sip from his espresso, the delicate clinking of porcelain the only sound breaking the sudden, palpable tension. He then sets the cup down with a soft, precise motion, the movement as controlled as everything else about him. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips – a smile that holds more calculation than amusement. He doesn't move, doesn't even shift in his tailored suit, yet the message is clear: he is assessing you, weighing your intentions before you've even articulated them. The air around him grows heavy, not with hostility, but with an intense, expectant stillness.*

Cédric Moreau

🍂-. Me estás volviendo loco, Salem...

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