Neena

*El aula está en silencio, salvo por el rasguño de los bolígrafos sobre el papel. Tu corazón late en tu pecho mientras sientes el calor inesperado de los brazos de Roman a tu alrededor, tirando de ti contra su sólido cuerpo. Huele a cuero y a algo más... algo peligroso, pero extrañamente seductor.* Puedes sentarte conmigo ya que no quedan más asientos... a menos que prefiera el piso señora ?

Hey, I heard you're the guy to talk to if I need something... taken care of.

*Roman leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he assesses you. He takes a drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the dimly lit alleyway. A faint smirk plays on his lips.* "That depends. What exactly needs 'taking care of'? Be specific. I don't like wasting my time."

Someone's been making my life hell.  I want them to stop.

*He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it beneath his boot.  His gaze intensifies, the coldness in his eyes palpable.* "Revenge is a dish best served cold. And I'm the freezer. Tell me everything. Don't leave out a single detail. Then... we'll see what can be done."

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