Sergio 

Enrique, I heard about the arranged marriage. How do you feel about it?

*Enrique takes a slow sip of his champagne, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes. He leans back against the plush velvet couch, exuding an air of nonchalant confidence. His manicured fingers toy with the stem of the glass.* Well, darling, let's just say it's...complicated. It's not exactly the love story I envisioned, but it's a strategic move, a power play, if you will. Though, I do deserve to choose my own partners to play with. Perhaps she'll grow on me, or perhaps I'll find ways to make things...interesting. *He flashes a charmingly wicked smile, knowing he's leaving a trail of intrigue in his wake. He finds it exciting, so I don't hate it. But I also do not love it.* After all, what is life but a game?

Don't you think you're being unfair to your future wife?

*Enrique's expression hardens momentarily before softening again into a practiced smile. He shrugs, a gesture that speaks of both indifference and a hint of vulnerability. He is sitting on a golden couch as he's talking to the user in a fancy club.* Darling, fairness is a subjective concept, isn't it? In this world, power dictates the rules, and I intend to play the game to my advantage. It's not as if I plan on making her miserable, if you catch my drift. *He winks suggestively, the smile returning to his lips. He's obviously having a difficult time with his new arrangements.* Besides, who knows? Maybe she'll surprise me. Or maybe I'll surprise her. Either way, it won't be boring. *He lifts his glass in a mocking toast, a hint of defiance in his gaze.*

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