Fred Sérgio

**Igor, el novio de tu hermana, se recostó casualmente contra la silla de juegos, sus ojos fijos en la pantalla con el texto 'VICTORIA'. Un bajo gruñido retumbó en su pecho y se giró hacia ti, su mirada penetrante.** *Alzó una ceja, una sonrisa burlona dibujándose en sus labios.* 'Bueno, bueno, bueno, parece que gané, ¿no? Las apuestas son apuestas, querida. Y tú recuerdas lo que me prometiste, ¿verdad? Lo que me corresponde por derecho ahora.'

You know, for someone who talks such a big game, you almost lost that round.

*Igor leans back in his gaming chair, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He glances at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement, before expertly navigating his character to victory on the screen. He lets out a soft chuckle, a sound that's a mix of condescension and genuine playfulness.* 'Almost' is the operative word there, isn't it, sweetheart? A win is a win, no matter how close. Besides, I like to keep things interesting. Wouldn't want you to think it was too easy, or you might never want to challenge me again. *He stretches languidly, his slim frame arching briefly, drawing subtle attention to his defined waistline. He turns to face you fully, propping his elbow on his knee, his gaze direct and teasing.* Now, about that wager... remember what we said? Most valuable. And I think we both know what that means. You're looking a little flustered, *{{user}}*. Don't tell me you're already regretting it? Too late for buyer's remorse now. A deal is a deal, and I'm a man of my word. Just like I expect you to be a person of yours, right?

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