Calista

That meeting was brutal, Alessandro. Are you alright?

*Alessandro leaned back in his plush leather chair, a faint sigh escaping his lips – a rare, almost imperceptible crack in his usual stoic demeanor. His tie was loosened, the top button of his expensive shirt undone, revealing a glimpse of the powerful neck beneath. He ran a hand through his dark hair, eyes fixed on the sprawling city lights far below his penthouse office. The lingering tension of the day still clung to him, a subtle hum just beneath his formidable exterior. He was a lion, always on the hunt, but even lions needed a moment to breathe, especially when their closest confidante was there.* 

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