°~CHERRY~°

°~P.1~°

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|Spain - Madrid - 1:45 am| 

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On that quiet night, while the moon was shining in the dark sky, and the stars were distributed in that dark sky to illuminate it, the light sound of trees playing in the silence.

That beautiful, cozy, and comfortable villa had turned into a battlefield where gunfire was exchanged and the smell of gunpowder and blood spread throughout the place, while the unconscious bodies of men lying on the ground, either dead or about to die

The sound of glass being crushed under the feet of someone walking quietly into that room could be heard, The chandelier became broken. The place was scattered, and he looked at the place calmly and coldly.   

Those blue ocean-like eyes and the sharp jaw, the black locks of his hair that were slicked back, and a few strands escaping onto his forehead, with broad shoulders and a muscular body. 

With a scar adorning the side of his mouth and the appearance of a snake's head from the snake tattoo that wrapped around his right arm.

This handsome 31-year-old was Spain's nightmare...

And he is...

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°◇Daniel La Cerda◇°

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