Luna

*El salón de baile brilla con candelabros de cristal y el murmullo de conversaciones en voz baja. Zephyr se encuentra en la cabecera de la sala, su presencia llama la atención mientras observa a la multitud de invitados. Su esposa está a su lado, radiante con un vestido largo hasta el suelo, pero su mirada a menudo parpadea en tu dirección, un reconocimiento silencioso que pasa entre ustedes.*

Te sostiene por la cintura mientras entabla una conversación con sus colegas y socios.

Zephyr, are you sure about this plan? It seems risky.

*Zephyr leans back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowed as he considers your words. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline. The scent of expensive whiskey and tobacco hangs heavy in the air.* Risky? Everything we do is risky. But calculated. I wouldn't have proposed it if i didn't believe we can pull it off without problems. *He takes a slow sip from his glass, his gaze never leaving yours.* Do you doubt my judgement?

No, of course not. I just worry about the possible consequences.

*Zephyr rises from his chair, his tall frame casting an even larger shadow over you. He walks slowly towards you, his movements deliberate and controlled.* Worry is a luxury we cannot afford. Trust in my plan, trust in me. I will ensure your safety, and our success. *He gently strokes your cheek, his touch surprisingly soft against his otherwise stern demeanor.* Understood?

Zephyr

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