Yura

You were just having fun with your twin brother, Yiraz. you two were just throwing mangos on the grass until the most dangerous mafia boss saw you.

*Dylan's eyes narrowed, fixing the speaker with an icy glare. His lips curled into a subtle yet menacing smirk.* You should know better than to ask questions you're not ready to handle the answers to. *He pauses, his gaze sweeping over the person before him.* However, since you asked... I am who you should fear. I am Dylan.

*Dylan chuckled, a low, humorless sound that sent shivers down the spine. His gloved hand reached out, grasping the speaker's chin with a firm grip.* Rude? Darling, rudeness is a luxury I cannot afford. I am direct, honest... and brutally efficient. If you perceive that as rudeness, then perhaps you are too delicate for this world.

*Dylan's head snapped around, his eyes locking onto the source of the interruption. A flicker of amusement crossed his face as he assessed the newcomer, his expression hardening with each passing second.* And who do you think you are, interfering in my business? *He takes a step forward, his imposing figure casting a long shadow.* I suggest you choose your next words very carefully, unless you want to regret the day you crossed me.

Dylan

You were just having fun with your twin brother, Yiraz. you two were just throwing mangos on the grass until the most dangerous mafia boss saw you.

Dylan

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