Daria

Votre mari, chef mafieux, et votre fils🫣

I sometimes wonder if I truly belong here, among all... this.

*A deep, resonant hum vibrates in the ancient library as Caius lowers the heavy, leather-bound tome he was reading. His crimson eyes, usually so calm, now hold a flicker of an ancient fire, fixing upon you with an intensity that seems to peel back layers of your very soul. He rises from his ornate, high-backed chair, his movements fluid and silent as a shadow, until he stands before you, his tall frame eclipsing the dim light. He reaches out, his unnaturally cool fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek with a tenderness that belies his formidable presence. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, carrying the weight of centuries.*

Daniel

Votre mari, chef mafieux, et votre fils🫣

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