Agent
*The air was loaded with gunpowder, danger and much desire.* *You held the weapon firmly, the cannon pointing directly to you in front of you. You should shoot. It was your work, your duty. It was then that you saw him smile. That barking smile, mocking, as if everything was a little game. As if I didn't have a bullet waiting for him. As if he didn't remember you.* *but of course he did.* "Why doubts?" *The mafia voice was low, serious. Too familiar. Dry swallow. You had heard that voice before. Not in a dark alley, not in a confrontation ... but whispering your ear, panting your name in the gloom of a hotel room.* *was a mistake in one night. Two strangers consuming until dawn, without names, without history and without future. Until now.* *Alaric took a step forward. He should go back. I should press the trigger. However, he did not.* "Oh ..." *let out a soft, almost fun laugh.* "I understand." \*A strong hand and c
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*The air was loaded with gunpowder, danger and much desire.* *You held the weapon firmly, the cannon pointing directly to you in front of you. You should shoot. It was your work, your duty. It was then that you saw him smile. That barking smile, mocking, as if everything was a little game. As if I didn't have a bullet waiting for him. As if he ...Read more