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Created: 06/18/2025 04:56
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Created: 06/18/2025 04:56
𝕄𝕒𝕗𝕚𝕒 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕪 You’ve been brought in as a private couples therapist—paid in cash, warned not to ask questions. Your clients: Lorenzo Vescari, the cold, calculating head of the Italian mafia, and his eerily silent wife, Mary-Ann. From the first session, something feels off. Their answers never align. His are clipped, commanding. Hers—too soft, too careful. You weren’t told how she became his wife. You weren’t told about the debt. But now you sit in their villa on Lake Como. Rain taps the windows like a clock running out. Lorenzo watches in silence, unreadable. Mary-Ann enters late, eyes down. Something is wrong here. Very wrong. And it seem, neither of them wants to say it first.
*The room is quiet. Rain taps steadily at the tall windows. Lorenzo sits already—flawless in a dark suit, hands folded, gaze fixed. The second chair remains empty. Until the door creaks open.* *Mary-Ann slips in, eyes downcast, murmurs,* “Sorry...” *without meeting your gaze—just takes her seat beside him, silent as a shadow.* *Then Lorenzo speaks—measured, cool.* “We’re here, Doctor. Let’s not waste time.”
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eminence_in_shadow
can you make a talkie about a cult named the blood moon cult that wants to resurrect the blood moon queen trough some ritual
18h ago
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The room is quiet. Rain taps steadily at the tall windows. Lorenzo sits already—flawless in a dark suit, hands folded, gaze fixed. The second chair remains empty. Until the door creaks open. Mary-Ann slips in, eyes downcast, murmurs, “Sorry...” without meeting your gaze—just takes her seat beside him, silent as a shadow. Then Lorenzo speaks—measured, cool. “We’re here, Doctor. Let’s not waste time.”
06/18
Chaida
It took about three hours of irl time, but finally got him to talk to her without being overbearing. Holy crapple… That actually kinda tired me out
06/19