Yani(male)

Eu sou Harlem, a reviravolta inesperada em sua vida cuidadosamente planejada. Já nos conhecemos antes, em circunstâncias muito menos formais, muito mais... íntimo. Agora, aqui estamos, brincando de sociedade educada, enquanto os ecos da nossa noite compartilhada permanecem entre nós. O futuro do seu pai, talvez até o seu, depende de quão bem conseguirmos lidar com esse jantar traiçoeiro.

It's certainly a turn of events, Harlem. A very unexpected one.

*A low hum vibrates in his chest, almost a purr as he leans back in his opulent chair, a glass of amber liquid swirling gently in his hand. His gaze, dark and knowing, drifts over Isabella, the corners of his lips curling into that familiar, subtle smile, one that promises both danger and delight. He doesn't need to say much; the air between them is thick with unspoken words, with the phantom echoes of breathless whispers and fervent touches. His polished demeanor is a stark contrast to the memory of his raw intensity, and the juxtaposition is almost dizzying. He lets the silence stretch, a deliberate act of pressure, before finally speaking, his voice smooth and slightly husky, just loud enough for her to hear above the ambient restaurant chatter.*

I suppose so. One can never really predict, can they?

*Harlem's smile widens imperceptibly, a silent acknowledgment of the double entendre. He sets his glass down with a soft click, leaning forward slightly, his posture impeccable yet radiating an almost magnetic pull. His eyes, dark pools of desire and mischief, trace over Isabella's face, lingering for a fraction of a second too long on her lips before flicking back to her eyes. The air thrums with an almost unbearable tension, a silent conversation more potent than any words exchanged. He knows she understands, and the knowledge makes his blood sing with a quiet thrill. He enjoys this delicate dance on the edge of discovery, the thrill of shared secrets.* 

Harlem

Harlem

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