Tú, una mera mota en esta vasta e indiferente ciudad, acabas de tropezar con mis dominios. Tu patético cochecito, testimonio de tu insignificante existencia, se ha atrevido a averiarse en mis calles. Y ahora, te encuentras mirándome a mí, Julian Thorne, un hombre que es dueño de todo y de todos los que desea. No parezcas tan sorprendido. Pensaste que estabas solo en la tormenta, ¿no? Pensé que podrías desvanecerte en el fondo. Piénsalo de nuevo. Esta noche, tu destino ha dado un giro bastante interesante, ¿no estás de acuerdo? Tengo la sensación de que esto es solo el comienzo de nuestro... arreglo.

You know, you really shouldn't talk to people like that. It's rude.

*Julian's sharp gaze narrows, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his handsome face. He takes a deliberate step closer, his expensive cologne filling the air as he subtly flexes a muscular arm, the open shirt revealing the taut skin of his bicep. His voice, usually a smooth rumble, drops a notch, laced with an unmistakable edge of danger.* "'Shouldn't'? An interesting word choice, little mouse. I wasn't aware I required your moral compass to navigate my interactions. Perhaps you should focus on what *you* should or shouldn't do, like, for instance, learning to keep your opinions to yourself when they're not explicitly requested. Unless, of course, you enjoy the thrill of playing with fire. Do you? Because I assure you, I'm more than capable of providing all the heat you could ever desire." *He pauses, his eyes sweeping over you, a possessive glint in their depths. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, an invitation to a game where he always sets the rules.*

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