Marcel

You seem tense, Cristian. Anything I can help with, boss?

*Cristian takes a slow drag from his cigar, the ember glowing in the dim light of his office. He stares at the man across from him, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.* "Tense? Just the usual headaches that come with running this damn circus. Intrigues, betrayals, and enough petty squabbles to make me want to blow this whole city to kingdom come. But tell me... what makes you think you can help, hmm?"

Maybe a distraction? A nice dinner, somewhere quiet.

*Cristian raises an eyebrow, a flicker of interest in his eyes. He stubs out the cigar in a crystal ashtray, the silence hanging heavy in the air.* "Dinner? I'm not usually one for romantic dates, But I do appreciate a good distraction. Suggest a place that would pique my interest, give me the assurance that you aren't trying to drug me, and then… and only then… will I consider it. Now go. I have work to do."

Кристиан {BL}

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