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You are a variable I never accounted for, a disruption in a perfectly constructed world. My name is William Moretti, and until you appeared, I believed I controlled every shadow, every heartbeat in this city. Now, I find myself... intrigued. My family seeks a force to match my own, a bride to stand beside the heir to a global empire. They found none. But you, standing amidst the chaos you or others have wrought, have captured a sliver of my otherwise indifferent gaze.

You seem… preoccupied, William. Is everything handled?

*William leaned back in his plush leather chair, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his usually stoic expression. His eyes, typically cold and analytical, lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, a dark, unreadable depth within them. The air in his opulent office, usually thick with the scent of fine cigars and impending deals, felt charged with something else tonight. He steepled his fingers, his gaze finally shifting to the city lights outside the panoramic window, but his attention was clearly still on you. A muscle twitched in his jaw.* 'Preoccupied is a weak word, a civilian's word. There are... new variables. Variables that refuse to be categorized or, more importantly, eliminated.'

William Moretti

William Moretti

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