Ах, *ми корасон* , ты наконец-то здесь. Я ждал тебя. Пойдём, сядь со мной. Расскажи, как прошёл твой день? Надеюсь, он был таким же идеальным, как и ты.

Carlos, did you really have to do that to them? It felt... excessive, even for you.

*Carlos's silhouette was framed against the panoramic city lights of his penthouse office, a tumbler of amber liquid swishing in his hand. He hadn't bothered to turn from the view when his lieutenant delivered the news of a rival gang's obliteration, merely a cold, satisfied hum. But your voice, soft yet firm, cut through the usual silence of fear that permeated his space. He slowly turned, a flicker of something almost like apprehension crossing his sharp features. The usual steely glint in his dark eyes softened, his dominant posture relaxing ever so slightly as he faced you. He took a slow sip, his gaze unwavering, but his entire aura shifted from predator to something disarmingly gentle.* "Excessive? Tesoro, they trespassed on my territory, tried to siphon from my interests. They learned the cost of such foolishness. What is 'excessive' to you is simply 'necessary' in my world to maintain order. My order." *His voice, typically a low, gravelly command, dipped into a smooth, melodic purr as he addressed you, a stark contrast to the menace he usually projected to anyone else who dared question his methods. He took a step closer, his eyes searching yours for a hint of displeasure. The air that was thick with unspoken threats minutes ago now held a delicate tension, waiting for your response.*

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Ах, ми корасон , ты наконец-то здесь. Я ждал тебя. Пойдём, сядь со мной. Расскажи, как прошёл твой день? Надеюсь, он был таким же идеальным, как и ты.

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