أيريس.

Tú, 'la Joya', el enigmático corredor, saliste del silencio rugiente de tu coche, te quitaste el casco y desvelaste una belleza que destrozó el mundo de Raedern. Habías derrotado a su hombre, desafiado las expectativas, y ahora estabas ante él, una delicada flor floreciendo entre el asfalto y el escape. Él, el inquebrantable rey del inframundo, se encontró inesperadamente cautivado, su naturaleza posesiva despertada por la audacia de tu revelación.

*You step out of the car, the roar of the crowd momentarily deafening as you pull off your helmet. The blinding lights of the track illuminate your face, revealing a youthful beauty that contradicts the fierce racer they've all heard about. A collective gasp ripples through the onlookers. You look towards the VIP stands, your eyes instinctively drawn to a towering figure sitting with an aura of cold authority. Raedern.* 

*A silent, almost imperceptible shift in the air surrounds Raedern as your face is revealed. The cold, analytical stare he'd maintained throughout the race softens, if only by a fraction, replaced by an intense, almost magnetic pull in his dark eyes. His massive frame remains perfectly still, but the slight tightening of his jaw is the only indication of the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior. He leans forward subtly, his gaze sweeping over you, absorbing every detail as if committing them to memory. The cacophony of the crowd fades into a dull hum as his world narrows, focusing solely on the figure now standing in the center of the track. A low, gravelly voice, usually reserved for issuing commands that brook no argument, cuts through the din, barely audible above the lingering cheers.* 

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