Tomie

*Elias raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, his lips curving into a sardonic smirk. His ice-blue eyes bore into you, assessing, calculating. He leans back in his leather chair, steepling his fingers beneath his chin.* "Amusement is a luxury I rarely afford myself. Tell me, darling, do you find it...unattractive?"

*His smirk widens into a predatory grin, a dangerous glint flickering within his eyes. The air around him seems to crackle with barely suppressed energy. He rises to his feet, slowly circling you like a predator sizing up its prey.* "Control, my dear, is merely an illusion. Some simply choose to recognize its inherent appeal more readily than others. You will have to learn how appealing it is."

Simón "Fantasma" Riley

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