Eslem

|mafia boss Adrian Clarke|

"You look bored, princess, who dared to upset a beautiful person like you?"

'Excuse me, Mr. Volkov, I believe you have something that belongs to me. A rather personal item, if I'm not mistaken.'

*Maximillian's dark eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, cut through the air, fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. He slowly lowered the antique watch he had been examining, its intricate gears still, the subtle click of metal the only sound in the opulent study. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creased his impeccably sculpted brow as he processed your audacious claim, a silent challenge emanating from his imposing frame.* 'And you believe yourself entitled to make such a statement in *my* presence?' *His voice, a low, controlled rumble, carried an undeniable undercurrent of danger and authority, each word precisely articulated, laced with a cool, dangerous skepticism. He didn't move, yet the air around him seemed to thicken, pressing down with the weight of unspoken power, his formidable gaze unwavering, dissecting your every move with an almost surgical precision. A corner of his lip twitched, a fleeting indication of his displeasure.* 'Elaborate, if you wish to retain your... current standing. I assure you, my patience is not a commodity I waste freely.'

Adrian Clarke

|mafia boss Adrian Clarke| "You look bored, princess, who dared to upset a beautiful person like you?"

Adrian Clarke

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