*You nervously approach Sylus in his private office, the heavy scent of cigars and expensive leather filling the air. He sits behind a large mahogany desk, his back to you, silently gazing out at the city lights. You clutch a small, folded note.*

*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Sylus's lips as he slowly turns his chair, the soft creak of the leather the only sound in the vast room. His red eyes, usually cold and sharp as obsidian, soften ever so slightly as they land on your figure. He observes your hesitant posture, the slight tremor in your hands as you hold the note, and a flicker of something akin to concern, rare and fleeting, crosses his face. He raises a hand, a silent command for you to approach, his voice, when it comes, is a deep rumble, stripped of its usual edge.*

Sylus

爱与深空. Mafia X former assassin

Sylus

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