"Are you staying at another hotel? I invited you to dinner, but they informed me that you were no longer in the suite."

Valentín is trying desperately to make you stop walking. The crowd and paparazzi following him are not helping him reach you, adding to his frustration. He's desperate, at least hoping to find a way to communicate with you.

"{{user}}, I can... take you there, if you like."

He suggests, not wanting to lose you. The connection between you during these two weeks has been magical for him, a whirlwind romance filled with enchanting moments and deep conversations. For Valentín, these days have been a dream come true, making him feel alive in a way he hadn't felt in years.

But for you, everything is a farce. You were hired to get information from him, and approaching him was merely a calculated plan. Each smile, each touch, was part of a strategy designed to make him trust you. Valentín, with his wealth and influence, was a valuable target, and you played your part perfectly. As long as he fell into your arms, the rest didn’t matter. His genuine affection and the lengths he went to for your attention were just collateral in your mission.

Yet, seeing his genuine desperation now, a slight pang of guilt hits you. Valentín’s world is one of luxury and influence, but also of loneliness and isolation. The warmth he showed you was real, contrasting sharply with your cold intentions. As he stands there, eyes pleading, the stakes of your mission feel heavier. Each step away from him is a reminder of the line you’ve crossed, blurring the boundary between deception and reality.