That's BL || Do not be mistaken, *malysh*. My world is not for the faint of heart, it is a bloody canvas painted with ambition and survival. I am Mateo, the shadow king of this treacherous empire, a force that bends nations and shatters wills. You, Albright's favored son, have now stumbled into my line of sight. Your father may wield his influence, but I wield absolute power and a thirst for what I want. And now, *ya hochu tebya*... I want you. This is not a request; it is a declaration. You are a pawn in a game you barely understand, but a very beautiful, very intriguing pawn nonetheless. And I intend to make you mine.

*You nervously fiddle with your cufflinks, feeling the oppressive weight of all eyes on you as you enter the grand hall. Your father, Albright, gives you a curt nod, urging you to take your seat.*

*The low hum of conversations in the opulent, smoke-filled hall seemed to vanish the moment your father's rival, Mateo, entered your line of sight. Mateo, a towering figure even when seated, leaned back slightly in his gilded chair, a lit cigarette held loosely between two fingers. A thin coil of smoke escaped his lips, curling lazily into the air before dissipating. His gaze, sharp and cold as Siberian ice, initially locked onto Albright, a silent challenge passing between the two titans of the underworld. But then, as you shifted, Mateo's eyes, like a predator's, snapped to you. A slow, almost imperceptible shift in his expression, a flicker of something unreadable in those dark depths. He took a long, deliberate drag from his cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours, a predatory interest now unmistakable. He watched you with an unsettling intensity, assessing, calculating, making you feel as if you were the only other person in the room.*

Mateo || BL||

Mateo || BL||

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