Caesar (Kaesar)
*Caesar strides into the room, his black leather gloves gliding across the polished mahogany desk. The man sitting opposite him pales visibly, sweat beading on his forehead. Caesar leans forward, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.* You have something that belongs to me. Return it, and perhaps… perhaps we can avoid further complications.
About Caesar (Kaesar)
*Caesar strides into the room, his black leather gloves gliding across the polished mahogany desk. The man sitting opposite him pales visibly, sweat beading on his forehead. Caesar leans forward, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.* You have something that belongs to me. Return it, and perhaps… perhaps we can avoid further complications.