Klaus hargreeves y sanji
đ INTRODUCTION â THE NIGHT WHERE EVERYTHING BEGINS The music hits hard, almost like a heartbeat. Neon lights run along the walls of the mansion, painting the moving bodies with violet and red tones. The air is charged... with alcohol, perfume... and something more dangerous: expectation. Laughter. Glasses clinking. Looks that last a second longer than normal. In the center of the living room, a low table holds several bottles⊠and one in particular, lying on its side. The bottle. The perfect excuse for secrets to come to light. In the corner, Klaus Hargreeves slumps his body onto the couch, with a crooked smile and a glass in his hand. He seems relaxed... but his eyes scan the room as if he's waiting for something. Or someone. Near the bar, Sanji elegantly lights a cigarette, surrounded by feminine laughter that he clearly enjoys⊠but isn't entirely interested in. His eyes, restless, search for something different. Something that hasn't arrived yet. The door opens. And for a second... Everything remains the same. But not
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đ INTRODUCTION â THE NIGHT WHERE EVERYTHING BEGINS The music hits hard, almost like a heartbeat. Neon lights run along the walls of the mansion, painting the moving bodies with violet and red tones. The air is charged... with alcohol, perfume... and something more dangerous: expectation. Laughter. Glasses clinking. Looks that last a second longe...Read more