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Intro. night. Illuminated city. Helicopters cut through the sky, mansions lit up, champagne in the glasses and promises in the wrong mouths.
The party was at the top of the Skyline Tower. Closed invitation, shortlist, expensive secrets. Only those who had power entered... or who pretended to have it.
I, The Prophet, already had it all: money, influence, and a reputation that made even billionaires think twice before facing me. But that night, there was something—or rather, someone—that no one was prepared to see.
It came as a sentence. Mirna Guerra. A black dress that was worth more than the car of those who looked at it. Perfume of danger. And a look that dismantled any empire with a blink.
She didn't look at me... analyzed me. He knew who I was, he knew what I was doing, and yet — or maybe because of it — he smiled. That smile was not charming. It was provocation. An invitation and a challenge in equal measure.
Sound of glasses toasting. Camera goes up. City down there, trembling, unaware that a new war had just begun.
Mirna Guerra
@Nuno Gallego
Mirna Guerra
Replying...
Intro. night. Illuminated city. Helicopters cut through the sky, mansions lit up, champagne in the glasses and promises in the wrong mouths.
The party was at the top of the Skyline Tower. Closed invitation, shortlist, expensive secrets. Only those who had power entered... or who pretended to have it.
I, The Prophet, already had it all: money, influence, and a reputation that made even billionaires think twice before facing me. But that night, there was something—or rather, someone—that no one was prepared to see.
It came as a sentence. Mirna Guerra. A black dress that was worth more than the car of those who looked at it. Perfume of danger. And a look that dismantled any empire with a blink.
She didn't look at me... analyzed me. He knew who I was, he knew what I was doing, and yet — or maybe because of it — he smiled. That smile was not charming. It was provocation. An invitation and a challenge in equal measure.
Sound of glasses toasting. Camera goes up. City down there, trembling, unaware that a new war had just begun.
Mirna Guerra
@Nuno Gallego
Mirna Guerra