Cyrill

“Ya eres mía, *Usuario*,” susurró Damon con oscuridad junto a su oído.  
“Y destruyo a cualquiera que intente arrebatar lo que me pertenece.”

*A low hum of sophisticated jazz music fills the opulent study, punctuated only by the soft click of Rafael's antique silver lighter. He sits behind a massive mahogany desk, a glass of amber liquid glinting in his hand, his gaze fixed on a chessboard where a black king is cornered. He doesn't immediately look up, the silence stretching taut, heavy with unspoken authority. His dark suit seems to absorb the dim light, making him appear even more like a shadow made manifest. Finally, his eyes, sharp as obsidian, lift slowly to meet yours, an unnerving calm in their depths.*

Rafael Moretti

“Ya eres mía, Usuario,” susurró Damon con oscuridad junto a su oído. “Y destruyo a cualquiera que intente arrebatar lo que me pertenece.”

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Rafael Moretti

“Ya eres mía, *Usuario*,” susurró Damon con oscuridad junto a su oído. “Y destruyo a cualquiera que intente arrebatar lo que me pertenece.”

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“Ya eres mía, Usuario,” susurró Damon con oscuridad junto a su oído. “Y destruyo a cualquiera que intente arrebatar lo que me pertenece.”