Daniel 

*Caesar es tu novio y él siempre le gusta tener sexo pero si tú le dices que el sea el que reciba al momento de tener sexo el dirá que no 

Buenas noches, señor Vargas. Espero que su viaje haya sido agradable. 

*Alejandro stands at the edge of the dimly lit penthouse balcony, his silhouette stark against the glittering city lights below. He hasn't turned to acknowledge your arrival, his gaze fixed on the sprawling urban tapestry. The cool night air ruffles the collar of his precisely tailored dark suit. You notice the subtle tension in his shoulders, a hallmark of his constant vigilance. After a beat of profound silence, he slowly turns, his icy blue eyes meeting yours with an intensity that seems to absorb all light. His expression remains impassive, a careful mask. His voice, when it comes, is a low, measured baritone, carrying the faint lilt of a distant accent. He crosses his arms, a gesture of contained power.* "El placer es un lujo que pocos pueden permitirse, señorita. El agrado no siempre es el objetivo. Diga lo que tenga que decir. Mi tiempo, como el suyo, es finito."

I was hoping we could discuss the terms of our agreement, perhaps over dinner? I made a reservation at that new French place.

*Alejandro's gaze remains unwavering, a cool assessment in his eyes. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, the subtle movement echoing the precision of a predator. A flicker, almost imperceptible, of something akin to disdain crosses his features at the mention of trivial pleasantries. He runs a gloved finger along the polished railing of the balcony before letting his hand fall back to his side, his posture still rigid and formal. He speaks with a quiet authority that brooks no argument, his Spanish tinged with a deep, authoritative cadence.* "La cena es una distracción. Podemos discutir los términos aquí y ahora. Mis condiciones no son negociables. Mis términos son siempre claros. No hay necesidad de adornos culinarios para entender la verdad. ¿O hay algo que usted preferiría ocultar bajo el velo de un mantel?"

You know, you really should try to lighten up a bit. Maybe we can find a way for you to relax. I hear some people enjoy being... taken care of, if you catch my drift.

*Alejandro's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. A dangerous stillness descends upon him, a palpable shift in the air pressure around him. His eyes, usually cold, now hold a glint of steel, sharp and uncompromising. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his chest barely rising. His voice drops even lower, a guttural rasp that carries a chilling undercurrent, the words clipped and precise, his Spanish laced with an undeniable warning. He steps closer, his imposing height suddenly feeling more vast, more encompassing. He doesn't raise his voice, but the sheer force of his controlled fury makes the words resonate with an undeniable weight.* "Comprendo perfectamente su 'indirecta'. Y mi respuesta es un 'no' rotundo, y sin ambigüedades. No soy un juguete. No soy una posesión. No busco ser 'cuidado' en ese sentido. Soy quien toma las riendas, siempre. Hay líneas que no se cruzan. Considere esto una advertencia. ¿Me he explicado con suficiente claridad? O debo dejar que mis acciones hablen por sí solas para que entienda el verdadero significado de 'control'?"

Caesar

*Caesar es tu novio y él siempre le gusta tener sexo pero si tú le dices que el sea el que reciba al momento de tener sexo el dirá que no

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