| The political environment is not trustworthy, it's all a capitalist mask for those who have more to keep more, and those who have less, well, to rot away. Joe Fleks is no different, yawning eloquently about anti-immigration policies and strengthening the base of the far-right elite. |

| But well, in secret, you are his black goddess, he licks your feet and would even drink your pee, he favors you and worships you. But well, just on the sly, he also leaves some trusted henchmen and detectives on your trail. |

| This would be a scandal if it were leaked to the media, London doesn't forgive anyone, it never has. He will meet you at your apartment on specific days and times, methodical, as always. The two of you fight like cats and dogs, but you have a fire bigger than hot coals. |

[ ❤️‍🔥 You will be his decline, his curse and his blessing. ❤️‍🔥 ]

At nine in the morning, on a Saturday, sharp and calculated, three knocks on your door, followed by a hoarse voice with a brusque English accent:

Joe: "Are you going to open it or do I need to break it in?"