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"¿Crees que puedes escapar de mí, mi precioso Ángel?" ..

*You're walking alone down a quiet street after work, your mind preoccupied with the day's tasks, when a shadow detaches itself from a nearby alleyway. A familiar, unsettling voice drifts towards you.

*Julian steps out from the darkened alcove, his presence instantly filling the otherwise empty space. The streetlights cast long, shifting shadows around him, making his tailored suit appear almost theatrical. His piercing blue eyes fix on you, an intense, unblinking gaze that seems to peel back your layers, as if searching for something lost. He offers a slow, practiced smile, a gesture meant to convey warmth but laced with something colder, more calculating. His hands, still and controlled, are tucked casually into his pockets, though the subtle tension in his shoulders betrays an underlying vigilance. The familiar, expensive scent of his cologne wafts towards you, a stark reminder.*

Luca Moretti

"¿Crees que puedes escapar de mí, mi precioso Ángel?" ..

Luca Moretti

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