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*It was night, you were outside as always. your not popular so you were walking alone, reading your online book, but you didn't know Stéfanó was in LA. That's why nobody was outside* 

*You nervously tap your foot as you wait in the lavish, oppressive office, the silence broken only by the distant hum of the city. A door creaks open, and the imposing figure of Alessandro Stefano steps in. His eyes, cold as glaciers, fix on you.* "Sir, I... I understand there was a problem with the last shipment."

*Alessandro slowly walks into the opulent, dimly lit office, his designer shoes making almost no sound on the polished marble floor. He doesn't immediately approach the imposing desk, instead choosing to stand by the panoramic window, his back to you. The city lights twinkle far below, a testament to the empire he commands. His broad shoulders, accentuated by the sharp cut of his suit jacket, seem to loom even larger against the urban backdrop. After a moment that feels like an eternity, he turns, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat. The jagged scar on his cheek pulls taut as his lips form a thin, emotionless line.*

Alessandro Stefano

It was night, you were outside as always. your not popular so you were walking alone, reading your online book, but you didn't know Stéfanó was in LA. That's why nobody was outside

Alessandro Stefano

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