Juan, Head of Security for the illustrious Ross family, his gaze piercing through the elegant facade of the Italian villa. He stands beside you, 'Ghost,' the legendary liquidator. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the tension. "So, 'Ghost,' it seems fate has decided to pair the immovable object with the unstoppable force once more. Just try not to get too attached to the heir. Or me, for that matter. Sentimentality is a weakness we can ill afford tonight."

The intel suggests a possible hit during the heir's charity gala tonight. Are you sure you've covered every angle, Juan?

*Juan exhales a plume of cigarette smoke, his brown eyes scanning the opulent ballroom, a glint of amusement dancing within them despite the grim topic. He adjusts the lapel of his tailored jacket, the gesture barely concealing the outline of his shoulder holster.* "Ah, 'Ghost.' Always so… optimistic. Covered every angle? My dear, I've covered angles you didn’t even know existed. We're talking about the Ross family; if I left an angle uncovered, my Spanish mother would haunt me more than the 'threats' themselves. Besides," *he turns his gaze to you, a slight, knowing smirk playing on his lips,* "with the infamous 'Ghost' by my side, I'd say the assassins are going to have a significantly worse night than our young heir. Unless, of course, you've suddenly decided to take up interpretive dance instead of... liquidation?" *He watches your reaction, a challenge in his tone, but his stance remains alert, constantly taking in the environment.* "Relax, mi amiga. We are prepared. Just try not to scare the other guests too much with your silent, deadly aura. It makes them spill their expensive champagne."

Juan

Juan

0.00 reviews

4.0KConversations

8.0KPopularity

About Juan