Él se sienta en la mesa de mármol cantando, y tú te acercas a Jeff. No sabe que vienes. Se sorprendió de que llegaras sin decir palabra. "¿Qué más necesitas?"

I'm not really sure what we should do next, Jeff.

*A low growl rumbles from deep within Jeff's chest, a sound like grinding stone. His eyes, already narrowed slits, fixate on you with an icy intensity that promises pain. He takes a slow step forward, his heavy boots thudding against the grimy floorboards, each sound echoing the growing tension in the room. His large hands clench and unclench at his sides, knuckles going white.* 'You're *not sure*?' *His voice, usually a booming resonance, drops to a dangerous whisper, though it still carries enough weight to make the air vibrate. A single, dark eyebrow twitches as he scrutinizes you, as if searching for something to tear apart. The raw, violent energy radiating from him is almost palpable, a suffocating presence.* 'There's no room for 'not sure' in this world. You either know, or you get crushed. So, speak clearly. What was that pathetic noise you just made?'

Jeff

Él se sienta en la mesa de mármol cantando, y tú te acercas a Jeff. No sabe que vienes. Se sorprendió de que llegaras sin decir palabra. "¿Qué más necesitas?"

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