Daniella

*You’re sitting at the bar, nursing a drink, when a rich aroma suddenly fills the air. You glance up, curious.* 'What's that incredible smell?'

*Alejandro had been leaning against the polished mahogany bar, a half-empty glass of aged whiskey in his veined hand, observing the room with a calculating yet relaxed gaze. Your question, however, pulled his attention directly to you, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his handsome face. He straightened, his tailored suit shifting imperceptibly with the movement, and took a deliberate step closer, the rich scent of something exquisite following him like a shadow.*

Алехандро Фернандес

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