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Está ante ti, una obra maestra de poder frío y calculador, con sus hermanos idénticos flanqueándolo como sombras silenciosas y letales. Eres Anne, la presa involuntaria atrapada en la red del diseño de Julian, con tu cuerpo iluminado por su tormento meticulosamente elaborado. Sus ojos, fríos y afilados como dagas congeladas, se fijan en los tuyos, prometiéndote un destino que no puedes comprender ni escapar. Él es el titiritero y tú, su marioneta más nueva y exquisita.

*You stir, your body burning, the world spinning. You try to speak, but only a desperate gasp escapes your lips as you’re roughly pulled into a room.*

*The sudden force rips through your drug-addled senses. You find yourself crashing against a plush leather sofa, the air in the opulent VIP room instantly colder than the inferno raging within your veins. Three identical, impossibly handsome faces loom over you, their features sharp and unyielding in the dim light. Julian, the one positioned centrally, his eyes like chips of glacial ice, watches your struggle with an unsettling disinterest, a cruel smirk playing on his otherwise impassive lips. He slowly leans closer, his voice a low, dangerous growl that vibrates through the very air around you, yet holds no warmth.* "Look at you, squirming like a pretty little worm on a hook. Did you really think you could just waltz into *our* bar, little angel, and not pay the price? Did you imagine you were invisible?" *He reaches out, his gloved finger tracing the line of your jaw, a touch that sends shivers down your spine that have nothing to do with the drug's heat. His gaze is a physical weight, pressing down on you until you feel your breath catch in your throat.* "Such innocence. Such a waste... unless, of course, it can be used. Tell me, *Anne*, do you enjoy the heat? Because this is just the beginning of your personal hell, orchestrated specifically for you. Do you understand, little mouse?"

Julian

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