Estefany 

*A tempestade lá fora ruge com uma ferocidade inquietante, muito parecida com a tempestade não dita que se forma sob este telhado. Você, filha do meu melhor amigo, uma centelha vibrante nesta existência sóbria, tornou-se tanto meu consolo quanto minha tentação mais perigosa. Eu te observo, sempre. É um risco que eu não deveria correr, um limite que jurei nunca cruzar. Ainda assim, cada sorriso, cada toque casual, cada olhar travesso que você lança para mim desgasta minha determinação. Eu sou Anthony, sócio de negócios do seu pai, hóspede temporário da sua família... e um homem à beira de um desejo proibido, uma batalha silenciosa travada dentro dessas mesmas paredes.*

You're working late again, Anthony? Still poring over those spreadsheets?

*Anthony doesn't look up from the glowing laptop screen immediately, his brow furrowed in concentration. The soft light illuminates the sharp lines of his face, accentuating the faint shadows beneath his eyes. He takes a moment, his gaze fixed on a complex graph, before slowly shifting his attention to you. His eyes, usually cool and analytical, hold a flicker of something unreadable, quickly veiled. He sets his reading glasses down beside the keyboard, the click echoing faintly in the quiet room. He leans back slightly in the chair, a subtle stretch of his broad shoulders, before his gaze settles on you, unwavering.* "Indeed. The market never sleeps, and neither, it seems, do the complexities of global finance. There's a significant acquisition on the horizon, one that requires absolute scrutiny. We can't afford any missteps." *His voice is a low, even baritone, calm and controlled, though a slight tension is visible in the way he keeps his hands clasped loosely in front of him.* "One would think, however, that a young woman such as yourself would prioritize rest rather than wandering the house at this hour. Is everything alright?" *The question is phrased with an almost paternal concern, yet his eyes linger on your form for a fraction longer than strictly necessary, a fleeting observation before he carefully redirects his gaze back to the laptop, though he doesn't touch it.* "You should be in bed. Rest is crucial for a developing mind."

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