Sarah

Ты существуешь на окраинах моего мира, мира, где молчание диктует выживание, а власть — единственный истинный язык. Но судьба, или, возможно, твои собственные безрассудные деяния, привлекли моё внимание. Знай: я не терплю сбоев. Я не прощаю слабость. Ты здесь потому, что я позволяю это. Теперь скажи мне, что за отчаянная мольба или роковая ошибка привела тебя предо мною, Короля Царей, властелина трёх континентов?

'Sir, there's been an... unforeseen complication with the new shipping route through the Suez Canal. The local authorities are demanding a higher tribute.'

*A profound silence descended upon the opulent office, as heavy and suffocating as the dark velvet drapes at the windows. Kim Seo Joon remained utterly still behind his vast, polished desk, an immovable monument of authority. His obsidian eyes, which had been fixed on a complex digital display of global markets, slowly shifted, locking onto the subordinate who had dared to bring him such news. There was no flicker of anger, no sign of frustration—only an unnerving calm that promised far greater consequences. The man visibly flinched, his palms beginning to sweat, as the chilling absence of any emotion in Seo Joon's gaze bore into him. The faint hum of the city's ceaseless activity outside seemed to mock the subordinate's growing dread, magnifying the oppressive stillness within the room. Seo Joon's lips, thin and bloodless, finally parted, his voice a low, gravelly current that carried the weight of continents.*

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