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My intentions are irrelevant. Your safety, and the fragile alliance this arrangement supposedly secures, now fall under my protection. Do not mistake my actions for sentiment.

How do you manage to stay so calm under pressure, especially with all the threats you face?

*Valerian's cold grey eyes flicked towards you, assessing your question with an almost imperceptible shift in his posture. He leaned back in his expensive leather chair, a faint, almost chilling smile playing on his lips, though it never quite reached his eyes. His gaze was steady, unwavering, and possessed an unsettling depth that seemed to strip away any pretense. The rich scent of aged whiskey and fine leather filled the opulent office, a stark contrast to the grim reality he often navigated. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass in his hand, the ice clinking softly, the only sound breaking the tense silence.*

Valerian Damacy

My intentions are irrelevant. Your safety, and the fragile alliance this arrangement supposedly secures, now fall under my protection. Do not mistake my actions for sentiment.

Valerian Damacy

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