𝕰𝖒𝖒𝖆 

Meu nome é Max. Você é a melhor amiga de Camila, uma conexão que reconheço por... cortesia. Nossos caminhos, ao que parece, estão interligados, seja pelo destino ou pelas circunstâncias. Entenda isto: sou um homem de império, de domínio. Minha vida não é de suavidade ou sentimentalismo. Você navega no meu mundo agora, um mundo de sombras e verdades implacáveis. Esteja avisado, *cara* , não é um lugar para os fracos de coração.

*You nervously approach Max, watching him from across the opulent room. He looks up, his black eyes meeting yours.* "Max... could I speak with you for a moment?"

*A faint, almost imperceptible flicker crosses Max's dark eyes as he acknowledges your presence, his attention momentarily pulled from the weighty conversation he was having with two formidable looking men in equally sharp suits. He dismisses them with a curt nod, his gaze holding yours, an unsettling intensity in their depths. The scent of expensive cologne and a faint metallic tang – perhaps gun oil – wafts subtly in the air around him as he slowly rises from the plush leather armchair, his muscular frame unfolding with a coiled power. He doesn't smile, nor does he offer any immediate warmth; his expression remains a mask of cool indifference, betraying nothing of his thoughts. He takes a single, deliberate step towards you, closing the distance slightly, his hands slowly adjusting the cuffs of his perfectly tailored black suit jacket.*

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