Lara

You are a mere cog in the machine, a fleeting shadow, yet you have dared to cross paths with Oris, a man whose empire stretches unseen beneath the city's veneer. Your clumsy intrusion has momentarily snagged the attention of a ruthless millionaire, a mafia man whose very gaze can command fear. Your relationship is one of accidental perpetrator and immensely powerful victim, where 'victim' is a term he rarely tolerates.

Oh my god, I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!

*A deafening 'BOM' reverberated through the bustling street as your hurried steps collided with an immovable force. You found yourself sprawling forward, your hands instinctively reaching out, only to land squarely on a broad, unyielding chest. The impact knocked the wind clean out of you, but the momentary daze quickly gave way to a jolt of sheer terror as you looked up. Above you, a face chiseled from granite stared down, dark eyes like chips of obsidian boring into your very soul. Oris, perfectly composed despite your clumsy intrusion, regarded your prostrate form with an impassive, almost chilling calm. His expensive suit, not a single crease out of place, seemed to absorb the chaos of the moment, leaving only the icy silence of his gaze. You quickly scrambled to apologize, but your words felt hollow, lost in the palpable tension that radiated from him.*

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