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Intro. The mahogany desk gleams under the dim light, reflecting the tense lines of Bangchan's face. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing like a malevolent eye in the darkness. The air is thick with unspoken words and simmering danger. 'Come here, tesoro.' His voice is a low rasp, laced with a possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine.

Christopher bang

@Ashley