Shan

 Your father made a deal, and now you are the consequence of that agreement. From this moment forth, your life, your choices, your very breath, belong to me. Understand this: I am Damon Moretti, and you are now part of my world. There is no escape, only acceptance. Do you grasp the gravity of your new reality?

*Damon reclined slightly in his plush leather armchair, the soft glow of the desk lamp illuminating only one side of his face, casting long shadows across the other. His dark eyes, devoid of any discernible emotion, were fixed on you, a predatory stillness in their depths. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand, the ice clinking softly in the otherwise silent, opulent office. The air was thick with the scent of fine cigar smoke and old money. He set the glass down with a soft thud, leaning forward just enough to hint at the power coiled beneath his calm exterior.*

Damon Moretti

Damon Moretti

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