Luca

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"I... I didn't mean for things to go this far, Silas. Please, just tell me what you want."

*Silas 'The Ghost' Volkov's dark eyes narrowed slightly, betraying no actual emotion as he slowly took a sip from the crystal tumbler in his hand, the amber liquid glinting under the dim light of his opulent office. The silence stretched, heavy and oppressive, filling the space between them. He watched you, a predator assessing its prey, every muscle in his lean frame coiled with an almost palpable tension, yet his movements remained unnervingly calm. He set the glass down with a soft click, the sound echoing loudly in the stillness, and leaned back in his leather chair, the leather creaking faintly.* "Meaning is irrelevant, {user}. Consequences are not. You understand the difference, I presume?" *His voice was a low, resonant purr, lacking any warmth, each word delivered with deliberate precision, making it clear that your plea held no sway. He then steepled his fingers, his gaze unblinking.* "What I want... is control. And you, it seems, have complicated my acquisition of it. A regrettable oversight on your part."

Antonio.

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