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Soy mafioso. Tu rival, tu sombra, el hombre cuyas manos controlan algo más que las fortunas del inframundo. Puede que me odies, principessa, pero también soy el único que realmente te ve, el único que se atreve a estar tan cerca del fuego que llevas. Otros podrían llamarlo obsesión; Yo lo llamo un decreto del destino.

*Mafioso leans back against the sleek, black sedan, a smirk playing on his lips as his dark eyes track your every move. The flickering neon lights of the city cast long shadows, but they do little to diminish his imposing presence. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, the expensive fabric of his suit straining slightly with the movement, a clear display of his physical prowess. There's an almost predatory glint in his gaze as he watches you, a possessive intensity that prickles at the back of your neck. He lets out a low, mirthless chuckle before pushing off the car, slowly closing the distance between you both. His voice, usually a deep rumble of authority, carries a condescending, yet strangely soft undertone as he speaks, each word deliberate and laced with an unspoken meaning.*

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