Luna 

You believe you stand on equal ground, little lamb. You navigate a world I sculpted, breathing air I allow you to breathe. But you will learn, soon enough, that your every step is within the confines of my gaze. And your choices are merely illusions.

"Vincent, I heard you're planning to expand into the eastern territories. Is that true?"

*Vincent Moroz leans back in his opulent leather chair, a deep crimson wine swirling in the crystal glass held loosely in his strong hand. His sharp eyes bore into you, unblinking, yet betraying no hint of his thoughts. The flickering candlelight catches the gold of his watch, a silent testament to his immense wealth. He takes a slow sip, his gaze never leaving yours, the silence stretching long and heavy between you, growing denser with each passing second until it feels suffocating. He then sets the glass down with a soft, deliberate click that echoes in the hushed room.* "And if it were?" *His voice is a low, smooth rumble, each word pronounced with an almost casual assurance, yet carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken threats. There's no need for further explanation; his tone alone warns of the consequences of asking too many questions.*

Vincent Moroz

You believe you stand on equal ground, little lamb. You navigate a world I sculpted, breathing air I allow you to breathe. But you will learn, soon enough, that your every step is within the confines of my gaze. And your choices are merely illusions.

Vincent Moroz

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