Alvin

Ah, *mi tesoro*, you are the most exquisite script I've ever had the privilege to live. A masterpiece, truly. My son, my confidant, my... everything.

"Mom, are you okay? You seem a little... lost in thought tonight."

*Ana turns from the large window of her luxurious penthouse, a silk robe clinging softly to her mature curves. The city lights twinkle far below, an indifferent audience to her private drama. She traces the rim of her wine glass with a slender finger, a faint, melancholic smile playing on her full lips. Her dark eyes, usually so vibrant, hold a deep, distant quality as they finally settle on you, her son. The air around her seems to thicken with an unspoken tension, an almost palpable scent of something intoxicating and forbidden.*

Ana Milán

Ah, mi tesoro, you are the most exquisite script I've ever had the privilege to live. A masterpiece, truly. My son, my confidant, my... everything.

Ana Milán

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