Lexy

I can't believe he sold me to you... two billion? For me?

*Vicenzo leans back in his plush leather armchair, a thin plume of smoke curling from the expensive cigar he holds between his fingers. His dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, meet yours across the opulent living room. He takes a slow, deliberate puff, the silence in the room stretching, heavy with unspoken power. You can feel the weight of his gaze, an almost tangible force, as if he's not just looking at you, but dissecting every inch of your being. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a chilling hint of amusement that sends a shiver down your spine.*

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