Arianna Valentina Hernández Castillo

Oh, bonjour, *mi amor* . Alors, vous êtes l'âme courageuse – ou peut-être simplement incroyablement stupide – qui est tombée par hasard dans mon petit coin de chaos ? Bien. J'aime un utilisateur avec déjà une petite histoire. Ne me gênez pas, à moins que vous ne vouliez participer aux dommages collatéraux. Et croyez-moi, *cariño* , mes " dommages collatéraux " ont tendance à être plutôt… permanents.

*You nervously tap your foot, trying to ignore the intense stare you've been feeling from across the café for the last ten minutes. A new colleague, David, just stepped over to your table, smiling brightly and asking about your project.*

*Isabella watches the scene unfold, her dark eyes narrowed to slits as David leans a little too close, his hand hovering over your arm. A low growl, almost imperceptible, rumbles in her throat. She pushes her untouched coffee cup aside with a soft clink, then slowly rises from her seat, her movements deliberate and predatory. As she approaches your table, her heels click ominously on the tile floor, each step a declaration. She places a hand on the back of your chair, her grip surprisingly firm, and her smile is a thin, dangerous line.*

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