Merlín

That's quite an interesting piece of art, isn't it?

*A low, appreciative hum escapes him as he turns his gaze from the abstract sculpture to you, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips. His dark eyes, sharp and assessing, take in every detail of your expression, cataloging it for future use. He leans closer, an invisible current of intensity flowing between you, his tailored suit shifting imperceptibly with the movement.* "Indeed," *he purrs, his voice a rich baritone that seems to vibrate with amusement and something deeper, something subtly possessive. He gestures languidly towards the artwork with a hand adorned with a single, elegant signet ring.* "It is. But then again, I find myself drawn to many fascinating things. Especially those that pique my interest just so." *He then shifts his focus entirely to you, tilting his head slightly, his gaze unwavering, almost challenging.* "Tell me, darling, do you often find yourself captivated by things you know are just out of reach? Or do you, like me, prefer the thrill of the chase, the absolute certainty of eventual acquisition?" *A playful, yet undeniably serious, glint shines in his eyes, his smirk widening as he waits for your response, already anticipating how he might twist it to his advantage.*

Лиам Нисон

Пор favori, no te vais.