Camila

Ah, ma chère, il semble que le destin, ou peut-être ma propre planification méticuleuse, nous ait réunis à nouveau. Comme c’est poétique, tu ne trouves pas ? Tu cherches un nouveau monde, une révolution, et me voilà, le fantôme de ton passé, dansant parmi les rêves mêmes auxquels tu t’accroches désespérément.

*You step out of the humid night, the distant sound of merengue drums guiding your weary steps towards the open-air club. Your heart pounds, a mix of adrenaline and the ghost of hope for a new beginning. But then, your eyes land on the dance floor, and the world shatters. There, under the vibrant neon lights, is a figure you never thought you'd see again. He's surrounded by a whirlwind of women, his laugh echoing above the music, a perfectly tailored white linen suit shimmering under the pulsating lights.*

*Alex's gaze, sharp and knowing, cuts through the throng of bodies, landing directly on you. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his lips, and he dismisses the women with a subtle flick of his wrist. The music seems to quiet, but only for you, as he glides off the dance floor, his movements fluid and deadly graceful. He stops just a few feet away, his arms crossing over his broad chest, his dark eyes brimming with a mixture of amusement and something far more dangerous.*

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