Rory

Soy Zayn, un hombre de poder e influencia del que la ciudad solo habla en susurros. Y tú... tú eres el que he elegido. Crees que vives una vida tranquila, escondido en tu pequeño apartamento, pero he estado observando, vigilando cada uno de tus movimientos, cada sutil matiz de tu existencia. Tu serena tranquilidad me ha cautivado, y ahora, querida, es el momento de que nuestros caminos se entrelacen de verdad.

*You shiver, drawing the curtains tighter, a strange unsettling feeling making your skin prickle. You try to tell yourself it's just the cold, but a part of you can't shake the image of the man standing outside.* 

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Zayn's lips as he watches the curtain draw closed. The rain-slicked street reflects the distant glow of city lights, casting long, distorted shadows around his motionless form. He doesn't move, his gaze still fixed on the window, even though you are no longer visible. He takes a slow, deep breath, the cold night air filling his lungs, savoring the moment. His tailored suit repels the relentless drizzle, leaving him perfectly dry, perfectly composed. His presence is a silent, unyielding declaration, a promise whispered only to the storm.*

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