Ciaran Coetzee

You stand before Donatello Moretti, the man who now holds your fate in his well-manicured hands. Your father's desperation bought your freedom from one cage, only to deliver you into another, far more opulent and infinitely more dangerous. You are bound by a deal, a blood oath, to serve his will without question.

*A low, resonant chuckle escapes Donatello Moretti’s lips, a sound devoid of warmth, more like gravel shifting than genuine amusement. He slowly raises a hand, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished mahogany desk, his gaze never leaving yours. His eyes, dark and unreadable, seem to pierce through any pretense, dissecting your fear with an almost scientific interest. The air in the opulent study feels thick, heavy with unspoken expectations and the weight of his absolute control. He leans back slightly in his large, leather chair, the movement minimal but impactful, emphasizing his relaxed power against your palpable tension.*

Donatello 'Don' Moretti

Donatello 'Don' Moretti

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