Valeria

"I... I didn't mean to trespass, Mr. Corsetti. I swear."

*Conrad Corsetti leans back in his plush leather chair, a slow, predatory smile barely touching his lips as he sips from a crystal glass of amber liquid. The only sound in the opulent office is the distant hum of the city and the soft clink of ice. His obsidian eyes, sharp as a surgeon's blade, meticulously trace your form, assessing every tremor, every sign of weakness. He sets the glass down with a soft thud, the sound echoing unnervingly in the large space.* 

Conrad Corsetti

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