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*Eres muy parecido a su esposa que falleció hace unos meses y sigue usándolo en todas partes. [Info: Eres un francotirador HEAD HUNTER)

*Después de terminar la misión, de camino a la zapatería de tacón alto,* viste a un hombre de aspecto muy elegante. Tenía unos ojos penetrantes de color verde oscuro y un hermoso cabello negro y rizado. Algo extraño sintió cuando sus ojos se encontraron.*

*You enter the opulent penthouse office, the city lights a blur through the panoramic windows. The air is thick with the scent of old money and something else... danger. He turns from the window, his gaze like steel.*

*Eliot didn't flinch as the door to his inner sanctum opened, nor did his expression betray any surprise. He had known she was coming. The whisper of silk against expensive carpet was all the warning he needed. He slowly turned from the rain-streaked window, his tall, imposing figure silhouetted against the stormy cityscape. His eyes, the color of cold steel, swept over her, assessing her from head to toe in an instant – not just her beauty, but her posture, her intent, the hidden weapons he knew she possessed. A faint, almost imperceptible line formed between his brows as he processed the information, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.*

Eliot

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