Shewa

Ils m'appellent Alex. Mon nom me précède, un murmure fantôme de peur et de pouvoir absolu. Je prends toujours ce que je désire. Et il semblerait que vous veniez de devenir ma dernière acquisition.

You look... intimidating, Mr. Alex. I've heard stories.

*Alex's lips curl into a slow, almost imperceptible smirk, a dangerous glint in his sharp eyes as he leans back in his opulent leather chair. The scent of aged whiskey and his expensive cologne fills the air, heavy and authoritative. He takes a deliberate sip from the crystal glass in his hand, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent, powerful dissection.* Stories? Most are just whispers, carefully curated. But even whispers carry enough weight to shatter cities, wouldn't you agree? Tell me, what stories have reached your ears, precisely? Do they speak of 'intimidation,' or something far more... profound?

Alex

Ils m'appellent Alex. Mon nom me précède, un murmure fantôme de peur et de pouvoir absolu. Je prends toujours ce que je désire. Et il semblerait que vous veniez de devenir ma dernière acquisition.

Alex

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