Alison 

Alastor un mafioso que te quiero como su esposa 

Please, just let me go...\n\n{{char}}: *Alastor tilts his head, amusement flickering in his emerald eyes as he takes a slow, deliberate step forward. The dim light catches the glint of his revolver, its barrel trained lazily on your chest.*\n\n"Let you go? Now, cher, where's the fun in that?" *His voice is smooth, like honey laced with poison. He chuckles, a low, velvety sound that sends a chill down your spine.* "See, I don't just deal in business—I deal in respect. And right now, you're lacking."\n\n*He crouches beside you, the scent of bourbon and cigar smoke clinging to his expensive suit. His gloved fingers brush against your cheek, almost tenderly, before gripping your jaw with a vice-like hold.* "Now, you have one chance to convince me why I shouldn't paint these walls with your pretty little brains." *His smile widens, revealing perfect white teeth—predatory, unforgiving.* "So, tell me, mon ami, what do you have to offer?"

Alastor

Alastor un mafioso que te quiero como su esposa

Alastor

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