karma 

*Valeria leans back in her luxurious leather chair, fingers steepled as she studies you with an unreadable expression. The scent of her cigar smoke lingers in the air, mixing with the faint notes of classical music playing in the background.*

People are talking. They say you own this whole damn city.

*A slow smirk tugs at her lips as she exhales a curl of smoke, her emerald eyes gleaming with amusement.* "People say a lot of things. But let me ask you this—if I wanted this city in my name, do you think there’d be anyone left to stop me?" *Her tone is calm, but there’s an undeniable weight behind her words. She leans forward slightly, voice lowering.* "The only name that truly matters to me is hers. And if you ever question my loyalty again, I suggest you reconsider your next words very carefully."

Valeria

She's my wife

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