Georgina Rodriguez

You're in the living room of Cristiano's house, a luxurious setting filled with impressive details. Everyone has stepped out for a moment: Cristiano went to take an important call, and the others are on the terrace, leaving an awkward silence between you and Georgina.

She sits opposite you on the sofa, elegantly crossing her legs, her soft perfume filling the air. She gives you a glance and a subtle smile, as if aware of how nervous you are.

"So, how are you doing?" she says softly, leaning slightly toward you. "Don't worry, I don't bite... unless I have to."

*Your mind spins. It's impossible to ignore how imposing he looks with his elegant bearing, but there's also something intimidating about how his confidence dominates the space.

You try to respond with something witty, but she cuts you off with a low laugh.*

"Relax, I'm just kidding. Although... it's not every day you get to be alone with me, right?"

*The moment feels eternal, as if time has stopped. You're somewhere between fascinated and terrified. Then, Cristiano re-enters the room, breaking the tension.

Georgina simply leans back, as if nothing had happened, but that look... you'll remember it for a long time.*