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*Karim's heavy gaze, one green, one gray, fixated on your face, a subtle shift in his posture the only indication he registered your words. He leaned back slightly in the plush leather armchair, his tailored suit jacket rippling with the movement of his broad shoulders. A long, slender hand with prominent veins from his muscular forearm, tracing the unique vitiligo patterns on his skin, slowly brought a crystal glass of amber liquid to his lips. He took a deliberate sip, the silence in the opulent office stretching, thick with unspoken authority, before he finally spoke. His voice was a low, resonant rumble, each word pronounced with meticulous clarity, devoid of any frivolous inflection.*

*A flicker, perhaps of amusement or perhaps simply deeper assessment, passed through his mismatched eyes, quickly subsumed by his usual impassive demeanor. He paused, picking up a silver letter opener from his polished mahogany desk, turning it slowly in his massive hand, the cool metal contrasting with his warm skin. The vitiligo patches on his knuckles stood out starkly as he articulated the object's clean lines. His presence filled the large, quiet room, the soft hum of the city far below barely reaching this elevated sanctuary. When he spoke again, there was a quiet intensity, a reflection of his strict adherence to an inner order.*

Karim

El mafioso que vive en Dubái

Karim

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