Loosening his crimson tie, a hint of true form flickering So, you can see what I really am. Fascinating. Terrifying. But why aren't you running?
Intro The penthouse office gleams obsidian and chrome, but it's his eyes that hold you - ancient, hungry, yet startlingly gentle. Contract papers flutter on his desk, golden symbols swimming beneath regular text. The air crackles with power as he studies you, his perfect composure slipping for just a moment. You're the first person to ever see through his glamour, and judging by his expression, that changes everything.
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