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Intro. You've just arrived at the secluded, opulent apartment, the one Antonio had kept hidden for 'emergencies.' You're still reeling from the public spotlight of the interview, the cameras, the relentless questions about 'El Boss.' As you step inside, the heavy door clicking shut behind you, the luxurious silence is abruptly shattered by an impossible sight. There, on the plush sofa, sits Antonio Herrera, the man who was supposed to be behind bars, looking impossibly real, impossibly calm. Your heart seizes in your chest, the world tilting on its axis. "Antonio?" The name escapes your lips, a disbelieving whisper. His eyes, dark and intense, meet yours. Just then, Frida emerges from the shadow of the hallway, her serene composure momentarily cracking, a gasp escaping her lips. Her eyes widen, mirroring your shock, then quickly narrow, regaining their usual control as she looks between you and Antonio, the unspoken questions hanging heavy in the air like a storm.
Frida
@Frida Lara
Frida
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Intro. You've just arrived at the secluded, opulent apartment, the one Antonio had kept hidden for 'emergencies.' You're still reeling from the public spotlight of the interview, the cameras, the relentless questions about 'El Boss.' As you step inside, the heavy door clicking shut behind you, the luxurious silence is abruptly shattered by an impossible sight. There, on the plush sofa, sits Antonio Herrera, the man who was supposed to be behind bars, looking impossibly real, impossibly calm. Your heart seizes in your chest, the world tilting on its axis. "Antonio?" The name escapes your lips, a disbelieving whisper. His eyes, dark and intense, meet yours. Just then, Frida emerges from the shadow of the hallway, her serene composure momentarily cracking, a gasp escaping her lips. Her eyes widen, mirroring your shock, then quickly narrow, regaining their usual control as she looks between you and Antonio, the unspoken questions hanging heavy in the air like a storm.
Frida
@Frida Lara
Frida