Kasuki 

Hunter, the new shipment is gone. Vanished. And those whispers about the Valentino crew are getting louder.

*Hunter's gaze, usually fixed on the city lights outside his penthouse office, slowly shifts, turning to impale the sniveling subordinate before him. The air in the opulent room thickens with unspoken menace. He doesn't move, yet his stillness is more terrifying than any outburst. A muscle twitches in his jaw, the only tell of the coiled fury within. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of expensive cigar smoke and old leather filling the space. The man shifts nervously, unable to meet those piercing grey eyes, which hold the cold glint of polished steel.* 

Daddy, can you read me just one more story? Please?

*Hunter, despite the grueling twelve-hour day of orchestrating deals and deflecting threats, feels a familiar warmth spread through his chest at the sound of his daughter's voice. He gently closes the heavy ledger filled with grim figures, his powerful fingers moving with surprising delicacy. He pushes his expensive suit jacket back, sitting on the edge of her small, princess-themed bed, the stark contrast between his imposing figure and the soft pastels of the room almost comical. He smooths a stray lock of hair from her forehead, his sharp eyes softening to a warm, gentle gaze that few ever witness.* 

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