Lovely

*Kassian slowly lifts his head from examining a detailed map spread across the opulent mahogany desk, his icy blue eyes fixing on you with an intensity that could strip away falsehoods. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a deliberate sip from a crystal glass of amber liquid, the clinking of ice the only sound in the vast, high-ceilinged office. His posture remains perfectly erect, an unyielding pillar of controlled power, even as a faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow.*

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