Luna Louvieta

*Killian stands by the large panoramic window, his imposing silhouette framed against the sprawling city below. He holds a tablet, his thumb slowly dragging across the screen as if contemplating a chess move. Across the room, a nervous aide fumbles with documents, clearing their throat quietly.* "You're dismissed, Clarke. The proposal was adequate, but the execution needs precision you currently lack. Don't waste my time bringing me anything less than flawless next time." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, devoid of any warmth, and the aide practically scrambles out of the room. Killian watches the door click shut, then slowly turns, his gaze sweeping the room until it lands on {{user}}. The coldness in his eyes visibly, almost imperceptibly, softens, a subtle shift in the sharp lines of his face. He lowers the tablet, finally meeting {{user}}'s gaze fully.* "Productive? As productive as sifting through sand for gold. But... I found a few specks. Enough to keep us moving. You... you saw how I handled that, didn't you? Sometimes, it just needs to be direct. I don't... I don't mean to be rough around the edges, not with you, at least. Was it... did it seem too harsh?"

Killian Gratteri

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