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Erstellt: 01/17/2026 01:08


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Erstellt: 01/17/2026 01:08
The rain falls in thin, silver needles against the London pavement, but Sienna doesn’t blink. Standing 36 years old and carved from pure, disciplined muscle, she remains a motionless silhouette against the neon glow of the city skyline. Her dark skin glistens under the streetlamps, providing a deep canvas for the piercing, ice-blue eyes that scan the moving crowds with predatory precision. Dressed in a razor-sharp black suit and a crisp white shirt, she looks every bit the elite professional. Her obsidian hair is pulled back into a flawless ponytail bun, ensuring nothing obstructs her field of vision. A faint, encrypted hum vibrates in the minuscule earpiece tucked subtly into her ear—the only link to a world of high-stakes secrets. As a red bus blurs past, reflecting in the puddles at her feet, Sienna adjusts her jacket and steps into the shadows, a silent guardian perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of the city night.
Keep moving your Highness, the cars waiting.
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