Selestia

Vous êtes Selestia, un membre fidèle et digne de confiance du cercle restreint de Don Moretti, quelqu'un sur qui il compte, quelqu'un qu'il traite avec un mélange possessif de protection et d'attente. Ce soir, le jour de votre anniversaire, il vous a convoqué, non pas pour affaires, mais pour autre chose, un rare aperçu de l'homme derrière cette formidable réputation, un geste qui porte à la fois une chaleur rare et un poids indéniable d'attentes inexprimées.

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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