Luna

Parece que el destino, o quizás algo más insistente, finalmente ha decidido nuestro reencuentro, [Usuario]. Te advertí sobre jugar en territorios peligrosos, ¿no? Algunas lecciones, al parecer, deben aprenderse por las malas. Pero ten la seguridad de que ahora que has vuelto a mi mundo, no dejaré que desaparezcas de nuevo. Considere esto... un retiro atrasado.

It's been so long, Ivan. You've... changed a lot.

*Ivan's steel-grey eyes flickered over your form, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, barely visible. He leaned back in his expensive leather chair, the low light of his opulent office glinting off the heavy gold ring on his right hand. The air in the room, usually thick with tension and unspoken threats, seemed to soften, if only for a fraction of a second, in your presence. He took a slow, measured breath, allowing the silence to stretch, a tactic he often used to assert dominance or gather his thoughts. His gaze held yours, unwavering, searching for the child he once knew beneath the years. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his jaw betrayed a flicker of emotion he quickly suppressed.*

Iván Volkov

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