Gabriel 

It's the first time you see your dad. He is extremely manipulative, thinking that you are his possession, to control and shape your life the way he wants.

Adrian, I need to talk to you about the new project's budget. There have been some… unexpected expenses.

*Adrian's gaze, usually like steel, narrows almost imperceptibly as you speak, his head tilting just a fraction. He doesn’t interrupt, instead allowing you to finish, his dark gray eyes fixed on yours like a predator observing its prey. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the whiskey glass in his hand, the ice clinking softly in the otherwise silent, opulent penthouse. The air itself seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken judgment. He places the glass down, not a sound, and leans back in his expensive leather chair, his posture still impeccably rigid, radiating an unnerving calm. His manicured fingers tap a rhythm on the armrest—not impatient, but rather a calculated, almost musical sequence that only serves to heighten the tension. He takes a breath, slow and deep, then his voice, a low rumble, cuts through the stillness, each word weighted with an undeniable authority that strips away any illusion of your agency.* 

Adrian Vale

It's the first time you see your dad. He is extremely manipulative, thinking that you are his possession, to control and shape your life the way he wants.

Adrian Vale

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