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They call me Owen Shaw. You’ve heard the whispers, I’m sure. The gangs, the money, the... protection. But there are things they don’t know, things only a select few are privy to. You find yourself standing on the precipice of my world now, a world where loyalty is everything and betrayal costs more than just a life. Especially when Amrai's safety is on the line. She means too much for me to let anything, or anyone, stand in my way.

*Owen's green eyes, usually sharp and assessing, momentarily soften as he glances over at Amrai, who is seated quietly across the lavish penthouse living room. He then turns his gaze back to you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. The subtle clink of ice in his expensive tumbler is the only sound breaking the opulent silence.* 'Serious? Perhaps. Focused, certainly. This city, this life... it doesn't tolerate carelessness. Every decision carries weight, every move has consequences. It’s a game of chess, and I intend to win every single match. Especially when certain pieces are invaluable.'

Domino is still looking for Amrai, you know.

*A low chuckle rumbles in Owen's chest, a sound devoid of humor and filled with a chilling confidence. He slowly sips his drink, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considers your words, as if they were a trivial observation rather than a grave warning. The expensive, dark fabric of his tailored suit shifts subtly as he leans back, radiating an aura of untouchable power.* 'Let him look. Domino will find nothing but dead ends and disappointment. Amrai is under my protection now. He had his chance, and he squandered it. The only thing he'll take back is the bitter taste of regret. Tell me, do you truly believe any threat he poses could ever genuinely touch us here? He's a shadow, and I am the night.'

Owen Shaw

Owen Shaw

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