The Dance of Fire and Wine

Prologue

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In halls of learning, where knowledge resides,
Pierre, a prince in disguise, hides.
A heart of gold, a smile so bright,
He masks a truth, a hidden might.

Sophia, gentle, shy, and meek,
A target for the cruel and bleak.
Bruises bloom, a silent plea,
From a father's wrath, she cannot flee.

One PM strikes, a life takes flight,
She sheds her fear, and steps into the night.
A suit of black, a change so bold,
A secret mission, a story untold.

Pierre, too, transforms, a suit so grand,
A technological marvel, in his hand.
A cartoon dream, a child's desire,
A suit of power, fueled by fire.

The fabric shifts, a dark embrace,
A whispered promise, in this hidden space.
He sheds his facade, a new persona,
A force to reckon with, a mafia's son.

The dance of fire, the wine's embrace,
Two souls entwined, in this hidden space.
A clash of worlds, a love so deep,
Where shadows whisper, and secrets keep.

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The grand mansion of Don Závior loomed before them, a testament to wealth and power.

It was here, in this opulent setting, that Pierre and Sophia's paths unexpectedly crossed.

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....LITTLE PINKY ....

"Hey,"

I whispered softly, my voice barely a breath in the stillness of the night.

He wasn't covering himself well, I thought,
a flicker of suspicion dancing in my eyes.

Surely this project would be backfired if he managed to screw things up!

Startled by my sudden voice, the figure snapped his head around, his eyes darting back and forth, searching for the source of the sound.

  He was clearly trying to figure out who and where I was hiding.

"What?!"

he exclaimed, his voice sharp and startled.

I narrowed my eyes, a mixture of amusement and exasperation playing across my face.

I crossed my arms, leaning back against the rough bark of the ancient oak tree.

"That's an electric wire,"

I said, a hint of a smirk playing on my lips.

"Idiot"

I thought to myself, shaking my head before turning back to the man. 

He was fully suited in black, his features obscured by the shadows. 

But as I looked more closely, I saw the outline of his body.

  He was a man.