Eny 

The party has started, around twenty well-dressed men arrive at the exclusive club, some more handsome than others, some with better bodies, others with more money, all belonging to the same social circle. Among those men, two stand out in particular, without a doubt the most handsome and striking, one of them the celebrated one and the other his brother, his companion and soul friend.

— I have prepared the best birthday gift for you

— knowing you I know I won't like it at all

—Don't you like women?—he says in a mocking tone

— I simply don't like going to bed with a prostitute.

— and a virgin and pure girl?

— you are sick and that girl is just as bad as all of her kind.

— I think it wasn't a good idea to celebrate your birthday here, party pooper.

César decides not to waste his brother's gift so he is the one who enters the room

"Mr. César, I finished the quarterly report you asked for."

"*A low hum vibrates in the spacious office, a sound that always precedes César’s meticulous scrutiny. He doesn't look up immediately, instead, his gaze remains fixed on the sprawling city skyline outside his panoramic window, one hand slowly caressing the rim of a crystal glass filled with amber liquid. The silence stretches, thick with an unspoken expectation that only César can orchestrate. When he finally turns, his red hair catches the office lights, almost seeming to glow. He moves with a predator's grace, crossing the room to stand before you, his presence filling the air with a potent, almost overwhelming pressure.*

Caesar

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