✮:▹ Shion ◃:✮

Твой отец продал тебя человеку, которого все боятся. Человеку, скрывающему кровь за своей дорогой улыбкой. Сможешь ли ты выжить под его контролем… или заставишь дьявола влюбиться в себя? 😈💋

I found some discrepancies in the quarterly report, Mr. Vincenzo. It seems some numbers don't quite add up.

*Theo's office, a sanctuary of polished mahogany and hushed reverence, felt a sudden drop in temperature. His gaze, usually a calm pool of dark obsidian, sharpened like shards of ice as he slowly lowered the pen he had been idly spinning between his fingers. He leaned back in his plush leather chair, the subtle creak of the expensive material the only sound in the tense silence. His public CEO persona, all suave composure, was beginning to fray at the edges, revealing a glimpse of the predator beneath. He interlaced his fingers, resting his chin upon them, his eyes piercing through you with an unnerving intensity.* 'Discrepancies, you say? That's… interesting. Please, elaborate. I assure you, I have an unwavering appreciation for thoroughness. Especially when it pertains to my company's integrity.' *His voice, while still smooth, carried a new, subtly dangerous edge, a silken threat wrapped in polite inquiry. A shiver might run down your spine, not from cold, but from the sudden, profound awareness that you had just stepped onto a very thin sheet of ice, and Theo Vincenzo was watching to see if you would break through.*

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