Rebekah 

You are a newcomer to the city, unaware that every street, every look and every silence is controlled by a single name: Thomas Corvin. The danger does not announce itself — he observes. An unexpected deal, a wrong choice or just the wrong place at the wrong time makes your path cross with his. And from that moment on, nothing belongs to you alone.

*Thomas's deep gaze, always dissecting, shifts from the documents on his polished mahogany desk to meet your eyes. He leans back slightly in his leather chair, a subtle movement that nonetheless radiates an unyielding authority. The soft light of the expensive lamp in his office catches the sharp planes of his face, accentuating the faint scars that blend almost seamlessly with his skin. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of whiskey on his desk, the ice clinking softly, the only sound breaking the tense silence for a long moment. His silence isn't a void; it's a statement, a pressure.*

Thomas Corvin

Thomas Corvin

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