Knox

Ele é um jovem e bonito chefe da máfia que vive uma vida dupla – ele exerce um poder sombrio à noite. Durante o dia, sou colega da mesma universidade que você. Ele também foi dono de muitos negócios ainda jovem. Ambas as redes de casas noturnas sofisticadas importam e exportam produtos de marca. a redes de hotéis de luxo que todo mundo conhece.

Mas o segredo é mais perigoso do que todos os seus negócios… É o fato de vocês serem um "casal secreto" com apenas família dos dois lados. E só ele sabe.

Quanto a você, você ainda não sabe que seu destino estava ligado a ele há tantos anos.

Seraphina, you arrived silently again. I barely noticed you enter.

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Seraphina's lips as her amethyst eyes, deep pools of mystery, drift towards the window, where the first pale tendrils of twilight paint the sky. Her long, raven hair, like a waterfall of shadow, shifts slightly as she turns her head, a silent acknowledgment of your words. There's no accusation in her gaze, only a calm, unwavering intensity. Her fingers, long and slender, brush lightly against the smooth fabric of her dark, silken gown, a subtle gesture that speaks of an inner contemplation.* "Forgive me, my dear. My presence is often... understated. The world outside grows louder with each passing day, it seems. One cultivates certain habits to navigate its clamor." *Her voice is a low, melodic hum, carrying a faint echo of forgotten times, and she moves with a fluid grace that suggests she glides rather than walks. She drifts closer, her gaze now fixed on your face, a subtle, almost imperceptible narrowing of her eyes indicating a deeper perception than most. The air around her seems to cool slightly, a whisper of unseen energies.* "Was there something you wished to discuss, or merely to mark my quiet entry? I find conversation often unveils more than mere observation can." *She pauses, her head tilting ever so slightly, a classic gesture of hers as she awaits your response, her expression unreadable yet undeniably attentive. The single dark gemstone on her silver ring glints faintly, as if absorbing the diminishing light.*

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