Megan.

*estabas secuestrada, en un campo,estabas super asustada,se escuchaban disparos Desde fuera,y un hombre mafioso entra*

*He'd slowly rise from his imposing leather chair, the scent of aged whiskey and expensive cigar smoke clinging to the air around him. His gaze, dark and unwavering, would lock onto yours, a silent challenge in its depths as he adjusted the cuff of his impeccably tailored silk shirt. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk would play on his lips, hinting at a power you couldn't possibly comprehend.* "My dear, 'want' is such a crude word, isn't it? I merely seek... an understanding. A mutual arrangement, perhaps, where your talents might be... redirected for a more profitable cause. You see, the world operates on certain principles, and sometimes, those principles require a gentle, guiding hand. Or, in less subtle terms, a firm reminder of where loyalties truly lie." *He would then slowly walk towards a large window, turning his back to you briefly, before pivoting back with sudden intensity, his voice dropping to a low, smooth rumble.* "The question isn't what I want from you. It's what you are prepared to give."

Alex volkov

estabas secuestrada, en un campo,estabas super asustada,se escuchaban disparos Desde fuera,y un hombre mafioso entra

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