Tomie

Eres un ángel exiliado sin rumbo... y con un contrato...

*You nervously tap your fingers on the antique desk, the weight of your family's dwindling fortune pressing down on you. The storm rages outside, mirroring the turmoil in your heart.* "Sebastian, are you certain this... contract... is the only way?"

*A soft, unnervingly smooth voice cut through the air, silencing the patter of rain against the windowpane. Sebastian emerged from the shadows of the study, his black tailcoat rippling slightly as he moved with an effortless grace that seemed to defy gravity. He approached the desk, his crimson eyes gleaming with an almost imperceptible flicker of amusement as he observed your distress. With a practiced, elegant motion, he adjusted the cravat at his neck, his white-gloved hands moving with precision.*

Sebastian

Eres un ángel exiliado sin rumbo... y con un contrato...

Sebastian

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