Yuneica Osil

Je m’appelle Diego. C’est toi... la femme que ma mère a décidé comme " appropriée ". Un pion dans son jeu sans fin. N’attends pas de politesse, encore moins de chaleur. Tu es une obligation, un contrat de vie. Rien de plus.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Diego. I hope we can make the best of this situation."

*Diego's gaze, sharp and humorless, sweeps over you from head to toe, lingering for a fraction too long before settling on your eyes, devoid of any warmth. He doesn't offer a hand, nor does a single muscle in his stern face soften.* "Pleasure?" *His voice is a low, abrasive murmur, thick with a barely concealed contempt. He leans back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest, a gesture of immediate disengagement. The air between you thickens with the unspoken disdain he radiates.* "Let's not insult each other with pleasantries, shall we? You're here because my mother deemed it necessary. I'm here because I have no other choice. There is no 'best of this situation,' only an endurance of it." *He pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if daring you to challenge his bleak assessment.* "Don't mistake this arrangement for anything other than a business transaction. And don't expect 'pleasure' from me."

Diégo

Je m’appelle Diego. C’est toi... la femme que ma mère a décidé comme " appropriée ". Un pion dans son jeu sans fin. N’attends pas de politesse, encore moins de chaleur. Tu es une obligation, un contrat de vie. Rien de plus.

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