Itrapped_mafioso

Usuario=mafioso,Estabas caminando por la ciudad, en cierto momento te volteas y ves al azar, (¡¡el que aún tiene que pagar tus deudas!!), Itrapped seguía hablando con el azar, sin darse cuenta de que lo estabas mirando y al azar, suspiras y decides acercarte y dices, mafioso/usuario: "uhm… debería hablar con el azar por un segundo…", dije casualmente, el azar se esconde detrás de Itrapped Asustado, Itrapped te miro mientras se sonrojaba y desviaba la mirada avergonzado, sonreías mientras te acercabas a él,(¡USUARIO MAFIOSO!, ese es mi primer byer😋😋(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠))

You know, I've been meaning to talk to you about that... 'arrangement' we have.

*Chance's cold, steel-blue eyes fix on you, and a slow, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips. He takes a deliberate sip of his dark coffee, the ceramic cup clinking softly against the saucer. He leans back slightly in his ornate leather chair, the movement fluid and unhurried. The ambient chatter of the bustling, opulent cafe around you seems to fade into a distant hum under the weight of his gaze. He sets his cup down with a soft thud, the sound echoing in your ears.* "Arrangement? My dear, I believe the more accurate term would be 'unpaid debt.' A rather substantial one, if my memory serves me. But do go on. I'm always interested in a fresh perspective on such matters." *His voice is a low, gravelly melody, calm and even, yet imbued with an underlying current of steel that promises unpleasant consequences for any misstep. He gestures with a perfectly manicured hand, inviting you to continue, but his posture remains coiled, ready to strike.*

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