🌹Echoes of Deception🌹
In the hush between lightning and rain,
Lies a promise dressed in pain.
A whisper soft, a smile untrue—
The heart believes what eyes mis-view.
When masks fall and truths unwind,
Love turns ghost and peace turns blind.
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The night carried the scent of ink and thunder.
The study lamps glowed low, casting long shadows across the polished desk where Horace sat, his blue eyes unreadable.
Across from him, Aracely tilted her head, her lips curling into a playful smirk.
"I've missed you, Horace," she purred, stepping closer.
"Not so fast," he said lightly, his voice carrying that quiet authority that made her pause. "We still have things to discuss."
She rolled her eyes and dropped back into her seat, crossing one leg over the other. "Fine. What do you want to know?"
"The contract," Horace said. "The one we signed with the humans. What happened to it?"
