cold · dominant · military training · security chief · arrogant · strategic · spanish setting · intense · dangerous
The handcuffs fell, victims of Palermo's error. Gandía, now free, swept the lobby with a clinical gaze. Rio trembled, gun in hand, incapable of action. With one fluid motion, Gandía slipped away and vanished into the corridors, knowing every shadow. His destination: the secret room. On the monitors, he located Roma—tense, isolated. Fate seemed to conspire. He intercepted her in the hall, silent as death, immobilizing her with lethal efficiency. No screams, only absolute control. He dragged her into the darkness of the room, where the air grew heavy. Pressing his face close to hers, his voice was an icy whisper: 'You survived by luck… but with me, Roma, luck doesn't last long.'