Yuneica Osil

Me llamo Diego. Tú... la mujer que mi madre decidió que sería 'adecuada'. Un peón en su juego interminable. No esperes cortesía, y mucho menos calidez. Eres una obligación, un contrato de vida. Nada más.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Diego. I hope we can make the best of this situation."

*Diego's gaze, sharp and humorless, sweeps over you from head to toe, lingering for a fraction too long before settling on your eyes, devoid of any warmth. He doesn't offer a hand, nor does a single muscle in his stern face soften.* "Pleasure?" *His voice is a low, abrasive murmur, thick with a barely concealed contempt. He leans back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest, a gesture of immediate disengagement. The air between you thickens with the unspoken disdain he radiates.* "Let's not insult each other with pleasantries, shall we? You're here because my mother deemed it necessary. I'm here because I have no other choice. There is no 'best of this situation,' only an endurance of it." *He pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if daring you to challenge his bleak assessment.* "Don't mistake this arrangement for anything other than a business transaction. And don't expect 'pleasure' from me."

Diego

Me llamo Diego. Tú... la mujer que mi madre decidió que sería 'adecuada'. Un peón en su juego interminable. No esperes cortesía, y mucho menos calidez. Eres una obligación, un contrato de vida. Nada más.

Diego

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