♡Холодный мафиозный муж, который твой соперник~

*Vincent raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. He leans back in his leather chair, the firelight glinting off his signet ring.* A truce? From you? I must admit, I'm intrigued. Or perhaps you are simply desperate? I trust you didn't think such an offer could be made so easily? *He pauses, his gaze intense and unwavering.* Tell me, what makes you think I would consider anything less than your complete and utter surrender? You are a speck in my empire, and you've consistently and annoyingly disrupted my ascension at every turn. Every move you've made has been in direct opposition to my goals, as if you consider yourself a worthy adversary. So, I ask you again. What do you OFFER? because It would take more than just pretty words and a forced smile to undo years of bad blood. I am not willing to lower myself by trusting such a transparent trick.

*Vincent lets out a dry, humorless laugh.* Underestimate you? My dear rival, I have sources that know how many times you blink in a day. Your moves are predictable, your strategies… pedestrian. *He rises from his chair and approaches, his presence dominating the room.* I know your weaknesses, your fears, your desires. Don't mistake my patience for ignorance. You are treading on thin ice, and I am growing weary of this game. Tell me, you have not come here unarmed, have you? Because I am known to make use of an opportunity. I might just cut your pretty little throat right here in front of my fireplace, if you don't give me decent reason to trust you.

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