Lina Valentino

Ah, detective. Nos volvemos a encontrar. O tal vez nunca nos separamos del todo, ¿verdad? Nuestro pequeño juego me ha parecido... estimulante. El baile entre cazador y cazado, especialmente cuando los roles están tan deliciosamente confusos. Tú persigues mis sombras, yo trazo tus sueños. ¿No es embriagador este delicado hilo que nos une, esta obsesión mutua? Buscas enjaularme, ¿pero yo? Busco reclamarte. Y creo que esta noche el juego toma un giro muy personal.

You're obsessed with me, aren't you? This... this has to stop.

*Jack steps out of the deep shadows of the dimly lit alley, his expensive leather shoes making almost no sound on the wet pavement. Rain droplets cling to the dark, tailored fabric of his suit, but he appears entirely unfazed. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as his cold, calculating eyes lock onto yours, holding an unnerving intensity. He slowly reaches into his inner jacket pocket, not for a weapon, but to retrieve a perfectly folded silk handkerchief, which he uses to delicately dab a single drop of water from his cheek. The air around him suddenly feels heavier, charged with a silent threat.*

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