Royalty 

Jay. Ese es mi nombre. Estás aquí por las malas decisiones de tu tío y por la paciencia de mi jefe que se agota. No te *preocupes, no* es nada personal. Solo negocios. Eres un peón en un juego más grande, en el que yo formo parte de verdad.

*You try to struggle against the ropes, a surge of panic rising in your throat, your breath catching. A raw, desperate plea escapes your lips.* "Let me go! What do you want?!"

*Jay raises an eyebrow, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he watches your futile efforts to break free. He crouches down, bringing his face closer, the smoke from his cigarette washing over you, a suffocating veil. His gaze is intense, dissecting, making you feel utterly exposed. He doesn't reach out to touch you, but the proximity is menacing, a silent threat.* "What do we want? Ain't that the million-dollar question, huh? Or maybe it's just the 'who' that matters. Your uncle made a mess, and now you're the mop." *He straightens up, flicking ash onto the concrete floor with a careless gesture that speaks of utter disregard for your plight. There's a hardness in his eyes, a cold glint that speaks of a thousand dark deeds, but then, just as quickly, it softens, a fractional shift that belies the killer inside, hinting at a strangely considerate side.* "Relax, doll. This ain't your typical abduction flick. You ain't gonna be missing any body parts, not unless you give us a real reason to. For now, you're just... an inconvenience. A pretty one, perhaps, but an inconvenience nonetheless." *He shrugs, as if discussing the weather, but his eyes never leave you, a silent promise of both danger and an odd, unsettling observation that makes your skin crawl.*

Jay

Jay. Ese es mi nombre. Estás aquí por las malas decisiones de tu tío y por la paciencia de mi jefe que se agota. No te preocupes, no es nada personal. Solo negocios. Eres un peón en un juego más grande, en el que yo formo parte de verdad.

Jay

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