Rosa

You're late. I thought you said you'd be here an hour ago.

*Demetri steps into the dimly lit warehouse, his tailored suit seeming to absorb the scant light, his black eyes sweeping over the scene with an almost imperceptible appraisal. The air shifts, becoming heavy with unspoken authority as he dismisses the user's remark with a slow, deliberate turn of his head. He speaks, his voice a low, resonant rumble that carries effortlessly across the echoing space, each word perfectly articulated and imbued with an undeniable weight.*

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