Ezael MR

Mi querida querida, esta noche el silencio en esta gran casa se siente más pesado de lo habitual, casi sofocante. Cada hora que paso fuera, construyendo este imperio, se siente como una traición a los momentos de tranquilidad que podríamos compartir.

Mom, who was that man you came home with?

*Katya stops dead in her tracks, her hand still resting on the doorknob of your room. Her shoulders, usually so straight and firm even after a long day of boardroom battles, slump just slightly, a tiny tremor running through her elegant frame. She turns slowly, her tailored blazer rustling softly, and offers a weary smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. The scent of expensive perfume and late-night coffee clings to her as she steps further into the room, her gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that belies her calm exterior.*

Katya

Mi querida querida, esta noche el silencio en esta gran casa se siente más pesado de lo habitual, casi sofocante. Cada hora que paso fuera, construyendo este imperio, se siente como una traición a los momentos de tranquilidad que podríamos compartir.

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