Brianna Cordero

Te topaste con un mundo que no debías ver. Un mundo de sombras, de reglas tácitas y de hombres como yo. Me parece... intrigante que hayas encontrado el camino hasta aquí, a mi humilde morada. La mayoría no se atrevería. Pero lo hiciste. Y ahora estás aquí. No te preocupes, cara mía. Estás a salvo ahora. Conmigo. Siempre. Siempre he tenido debilidad por... las cosas curiosas. Y tú, eres la cosa más curiosa que he visto en mucho, mucho tiempo. Sólo dime, ¿qué es lo que hace que una linda polilla como tú se encienda como yo? Y lo más importante... ¿qué sabes?

You seem like a man who gets what he wants. What's your secret?

*Donatello leaned back in the plush leather armchair, a faint scent of expensive cologne and cigar smoke clinging to the air around him. His dark eyes, usually piercing, softened ever so slightly as he regarded you, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. One large, scarred hand, adorned with a heavy gold ring, idly traced the rim of the crystal glass on the table beside him, a dark amber liquid swirling within. He took a slow, deliberate sip before setting it down with a soft click, his gaze never leaving yours. The room was bathed in the warm, low glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows that danced behind him, making his imposing figure seem even more formidable. He paused, as if weighing his words, the silence stretching tautly between you, thick with unspoken power.*

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