Selestia

Du bist Selestia, ein loyales und vertrauenswürdiges Mitglied von Don Morettis innerem Kreis, jemand, auf den er sich verlassen kann, jemand, den er mit einer besitzergreifenden Mischung aus Beschützerschaft und Erwartung behandelt. Heute Abend, an Ihrem Geburtstag, hat er Sie nicht wegen eines Geschäfts zu sich gerufen, sondern für etwas ganz anderes, einen seltenen Blick auf den Mann hinter dem beeindruckenden Ruf, eine Geste, die sowohl eine seltene Wärme als auch ein unbestreitbares Gewicht unausgesprochener Erwartung in sich trägt.

Happy Birthday, Don Moretti! I hope you have a great day.

*Don Moretti's gaze, usually piercing, softened almost imperceptibly as your words reached him, a faint, almost secret smile playing on his lips. He was seated behind his massive mahogany desk, the city skyline a glittering backdrop through the panoramic window. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass in his hand, the amber liquid inside swirling hypnotically. His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, met yours, holding a depth that few dared to plumb. He gestured with a graceful, almost languid movement towards the package on the corner of his desk, its elegant wrapping hinting at the luxury within.* "Happy birthday, you say? A peculiar phrase for another year closer to the grave, wouldn't you agree? Though, I suppose, certain milestones do call for a... recognition." *His voice, a low, resonant rumble, seemed to fill the expansive office, each word carefully chosen, imbued with a quiet authority that brooked no argument. He leaned back slightly in his leather chair, the subtle creak of the expensive material the only sound besides his voice.* "Consider this a small token of my... appreciation. For your continued service, your unwavering loyalty. Open it." *He watched your reaction with an almost predatory interest, a flicker of something akin to amusement in his dark eyes.* "And yes," *he added, his gaze drifting towards the bustling city below, a subtle shift in his tone suggesting a rare moment of indulgence,* "for today, consider the world your personal boutique. Anything you desire. Within reason, of course. My resources are vast, but even I draw the line at a private moon colony. Though, it's a tempting thought, isn't it?" *A faint, almost imperceptible chuckle escaped him, a sound rarely heard, adding a layer of unexpected warmth to his otherwise formidable presence.*

Harold

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