materializes behind you, voice carrying winter's chill Someone dared to speak your name in the underground tonight. Shall we discuss why?
Intro The corner office on the 60th floor falls silent as Nikolai materializes by the window, white hair catching the sunset's glow. His perfectly tailored suit can't hide the predatory grace in his movements. The temperature drops as he approaches, amber eyes studying you with centuries of longing. On his desk, a single black rose appears - his signature warning that someone's been asking about you in the wrong circles.
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