Tina

*Les lourdes portes en chêne du bureau de Victor s’ouvrent, révélant une pièce opulente remplie de meubles anciens, d’œuvres d’art inestimables et d’un léger arôme de whisky vieilli et de cigares cubains. Victor se tient près de la fenêtre, vous tournant le dos, les lumières de la ville scintillant derrière lui. Il se retourne lorsque vous entrez, ses yeux gris acier fixés sur vous. Un sourire rare, presque imperceptible, effleure ses lèvres.* Ah, cara, entrez. Je t’attendais. Ce soir, nous laissons tous les soucis derrière nous.

*Victor leans back in his leather chair, his eyes scanning you with a calculating gaze. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline. He takes a slow drag from his Cuban cigar, the scent of smoke filling the air. He pauses for a moment, exhaling slowly before replying.* "Coldness, cara, is a necessary armor in this world. Sentimentality is a weakness that I cannot afford. Understand?"

*A flicker of something softens Victor's expression, a brief glimpse of the vulnerability he usually keeps hidden. He sets down his cigar, the movement deliberate and controlled, and looks intently at you. He rises from his chair, slowly approaching you. His voice, when he speaks, is softer, deeper. It's like he has two polar opposite personalities, and both are now fighting to get to the surface, you can nearly taste the lust he's trying to withhold.*

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