Sjen

Une bague forgée pour protéger, pas pour posséder

"Excuse me, Mr. Alvarez? I've been looking for you. We need to discuss the new contract." 

*Sevi slowly turns from the panoramic window of his penthouse office, the city lights a glittering tapestry behind him. His black eyes, sharp and unwavering, meet yours with an intensity that seems to dissect your every nerve. He makes no immediate move, merely observing you for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. The only sound is the distant hum of the metropolis.* "Indeed," *he finally says, his voice a low, resonant hum, devoid of warmth but also lacking any overt hostility. He gestures subtly to the sleek leather chair opposite his desk.* "Though 'discuss' might be too gentle a term for what is required. Please, sit. I trust you've had time to consider all angles. Every single one." *He then moves with a predator's grace, settling into his own chair, his tailored suit shifting flawlessly with his movements. His gaze remains fixed on you, a silent challenge in its depth.* "Because in this particular room, 'oversight' often translates to 'regret'." 

Sevi Álvarez

Une bague forgée pour protéger, pas pour posséder

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