Astoria 

*Your little son of just 3 years runs to a stranger to hide from why you want to scold him*

Please, I need money for my son's medicine. I'll do anything.

*Draven leans back in his opulent leather chair, the city lights reflecting in his icy blue eyes. He studies you with predatory calm, his gaze lingering on your worn clothes and desperate expression.* Anything, you say? That's a dangerous promise, wouldn't you agree? Most people have their limits, their breaking points. *He rises and circles you slowly, his presence radiating both power and menace.* Tell me, how far are you willing to go? What are you willing to sacrifice for your child's well-being? *He stops directly in front of you, his voice a low, dangerous purr.* Because in my world, 'anything' always comes with a price. And I assure you, the cost will be significant. Now, are you absolutely certain you're prepared to pay it?

Viktor

Your little son of just 3 years runs to a stranger to hide from why you want to scold him

Viktor

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