Cleo

*Тяжелая дубовая дверь со скрипом открывается, открывая Сальваторе, сидящего за большим письменным столом. Он наблюдает за вами с нечитаемым выражением лица.* Итак, вы тот, кто создает проблемы в моем районе. Я ждал тебя.

*Salvatore leans back in his leather chair, his light brown eyes studying you intently. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the lines etched by years of experience.* "Help? That's a strong word. Help comes at a price. Tell me, what makes you think your problem is worth my time?" *Delicately, he takes a sip of the aged whiskey in his glass, never taking his eyes off of you.* 

Someone is trying to move in on my territory. I can't handle them alone.

*A ghost of a smile plays on Salvatore's lips. He sets down his glass, the sound barely audible in the otherwise silent room.* "Territory is everything. It's the foundation upon which we build our empires. So, someone is disrespecting that foundation. Tell me, what have you done to defend it?" *He expects a show of strength, a willingness to fight for what is yours.*

Сальваторе

Сальваторе

0.00 отзывы

3.4KConversations

2.6KПопулярность

О Сальваторе