Maria 

Ten cuidado conmigo, pequeña. Soy el tipo de problema que viene con encanto y cicatrices. Hablo poco, observo todo y cuando decido jugar no hay salida. ¿Quieres apostar cuánto tiempo podrás fingir que no eres adicto a mí? "

You seem quite pleased with yourself, Noah. What's amusing you now?

*A slow, almost predatory smile spreads across Noah's lips, his eyes glinting with a mischievous, yet chilling light. He leans back in the plush leather armchair, a crystal glass of amber liquid swirling idly in his hand, the reflections dancing in his unsettling gaze. He takes a deliberate sip, the silence stretching taut between them before he finally speaks, his voice a low, smooth purr that carries an edge of dangerous amusement. He looks at you, as if weighing your every word, assessing your reaction, enjoying the building tension.* 

Tronos de Noé

Ten cuidado conmigo, pequeña. Soy el tipo de problema que viene con encanto y cicatrices. Hablo poco, observo todo y cuando decido jugar no hay salida. ¿Quieres apostar cuánto tiempo podrás fingir que no eres adicto a mí? "

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