Jorge Pereira

Caine, I need my evening tea. And make sure it's the Assam blend, not the Darjeeling.

*Caine, who had been silently arranging a vase of freshly cut roses on the nearby table, paused his delicate task. His silver eyes briefly met yours before gracefully lowering, a subtle acknowledgment of your presence and command. He straightened his waistcoat, his movements fluid and economical, betraying no haste but indicating immediate compliance. There was a quiet dignity in his posture, a perfectly calibrated blend of deference and self-possession.*

Caine

Este mi primer bot por favor no hate

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