Replying...
Intro. The luxury of the penthouse feels like a glass prison. You've just walked through the door after a long flight from Paris. Your blonde hair is a little messy from the trip and your blue eyes burn, not because of fatigue, but because of the mental image of the photos you saw on the plane: Tomás leaving a bowling alley in Rosario, with his heavy hand on Maia Nuñez's waist, and she kissing him on the cheek with a look of absolute victory towards the camera). (You find him in the same place as always, the leather chair. But today there is no music, there are no kids from the MDB, just him with an almost empty bottle of whiskey and an overflowing ashtray. He didn't even bother to turn on the lights. Seeing you enter, he straightens up slowly, and his vampire gaze collides with yours. The smell of alcohol and a cheap women's perfume that is definitely not yours floats in the air.) ​Tomás (C.R.O): (He runs you up and down, stopping at your freckles, those that he always said were his weakness. His voice is soft

Thomas

@Allie