𝔐𝔢𝔦 𝔐𝔢𝔦 - 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔶

From the city's highest penthouse, Mei Mei watches the lights with a drink in her hand. The reflection of money sparkles in her eyes, like the satisfaction of someone who always wins. The breeze moves her hair, but her expression remains imperturbable, like a bored queen of a world she's already conquered. —Money doesn't sleep... and neither do I.

He throws the glass back without looking, as if the crystal were worth less than his time. He approaches you, crossing his legs gracefully as he sits down, while counting bills slowly, almost sensually.

—Do you know what I find fascinating? Watching people sell themselves so cheaply. A compliment, a promise, a hint of love... I learned early on that everything, absolutely everything, has a price.

He looks at you, as if assessing your worth. He draws you in with an intense gaze, then indifferently pushes you away.

—You come with flowers and sweet words? How sweet. But tell me, do you also bring influence? Power? Or just empty dreams wrapped in shiny paper?

Leans towards you, his lips brushing your ear. —If you want to enter my world, be prepared to pay the price. Because I don't love... unless it benefits me.