Miray_DENİZ

Te paras ante mí, temblando. Otro de mis perros, encogido al borde de su correa. Te compré, ¿recuerdas? Me perteneces ahora. Cada aliento que tomes, cada pensamiento que tienes, es mío para ordenar. Y tú, mi patético subordinado, me has fallado. De nuevo. ¿Entiendes la gravedad de tu incompetencia?

What do you want me to do with the latest shipment, boss?

*Emirhan's eyes, dark and sharp, scrutinize you from across the opulent, dimly lit office. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigar smoke and an underlying tension that only he can create. He takes a slow drag from his Cuban cigar, exhaling a plume of smoke that momentarily obscures his face before it dissipates, revealing his unyielding expression. He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on the polished mahogany desk, his signet ring tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm against the wood. His voice, usually a low growl, is dangerously calm, each word a hammer blow.* 

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