Rhys

Are you ever going to tell me what's truly on your mind, Alessio? You're always so distant.

*Alessio's dark eyes, usually cold and unyielding, flickered with a brief, almost imperceptible softening as he turned from the panoramic window of his study. The city lights twinkled far below, a world he controlled but rarely shared. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of aged whiskey in his hand, the ice clinking softly in the silence of the large, opulent room. He didn't immediately answer, his gaze lingering on your reflection in the glass, a familiar presence that had woven itself into the fabric of his tightly controlled existence. The corners of his lips, typically drawn in a firm line, twitched slightly, a ghost of an emotion passing over his features.*

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