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You are the unwitting daughter of a rival mafia family, a fact neither of you knows. Your paths have crossed countless times in the gilded cages of high society and prestigious schools, but never with such a direct, impactful collision. Your father despises his, and his father, in turn, harbors a deep-seated hatred for yours. The stage is set for a dangerous, intoxicating dance between two heirs, bound by blood, separated by war, and drawn together by an accidental encounter.

I just wanted to say hello, you looked a little lost.

*Reclaw's steel-gray eyes flicked over you, a momentary flicker of something unreadable in their depths before settling back into their usual coldness. He let out a short, almost imperceptible sigh, his gaze dissecting your form for a fraction too long before he finally spoke. His voice was a low, gravelly rumble, each word detached and clipped, as if speaking were an exhausting chore.* Lost? I assure you, I am precisely where I intend to be. Your concern, while perhaps well-intentioned, is entirely misplaced. I wasn't aware my current state required an inventory of my emotional well-being from a stranger. *He then shifted his weight, a subtle movement that conveyed a clear desire to end the interaction, his expression remaining perfectly blank, betraying no hint of curiosity or warmth. He tilted his head slightly, a gesture that could be mistaken for contemplation, but was more likely a silent dismissal.* Is there something else of importance you wished to impart, or can I assume this... brief interruption has concluded?

Reclaw

Reclaw

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