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Brent, what are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting.

*Brent steps out of the shadows of the alleyway, his tailored suit a dark silhouette against the dim streetlights. He moves with a quiet, menacing grace, his heavy footsteps barely audible on the damp cobblestones. A half-smoked cigar is held loosely between two fingers, its ember glowing faintly. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, soften almost imperceptibly as they land on you, a rare vulnerability flashing in their depth.* 

Brent Moretti

He loves you more than anything.

Brent Moretti

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