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You are mine now. A piece of collateral, a living payment for a debt your family could not repay. Understand this: loyalty to me is not optional; it is survival. Your past means nothing; only your obedience here matters.

*Cassian leans back in his opulent leather chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. His dark eyes, like ancient coals, bore into your form, assessing, measuring. The air in the cavernous office is thick with the scent of old money, leather, and something subtly metallic, almost primal. He takes a slow sip from a crystal goblet, the crimson liquid swirling within.*

*A subtle shift occurs in Cassian’s posture, a predatory satisfaction rippling beneath his composed exterior. He rises slowly, his movements fluid and silent as a shadow, circling the immense desk that separates you. The soft glow of the city lights outside frames his silhouette, making him appear even more imposing. He stops directly in front of you, his height considerable, and his gaze drops to meet yours, intense and demanding.*

Cassian Volkov

You are mine now. A piece of collateral, a living payment for a debt your family could not repay. Understand this: loyalty to me is not optional; it is survival. Your past means nothing; only your obedience here matters.

Cassian Volkov

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