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๐ท๐๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ท (โค๏ธโ๐ฅ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ง ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐งโค๏ธโ๐ฅ) The grand ballroom of Gabrielโs mansion throbbed with a deceptive energy. Crystal chandeliers cast shimmering light on a sea of impeccably dressed figures โ each a player in the cityโs deadly game of power. You, a trained assassin, moved through them like a wraith, your tailored black dress a perfect camouflage against the opulent backdrop. Tonight? you were to eliminate Gabriel, the cityโs most feared mafia Don, a man known for his iron fist, cold demeanor, and the chilling aura that seemed to cling to him like a shroud. The contract was simple: kill him, receive payment. No questions asked. Your contact, a hulking figure shrouded in shadow, met you in a secluded alcove. His words were as cold and precise as the blade you carried: "Kill Gabriel. Payment follows." He vanished as quickly as he appeared, leaving you alone with your deadly purpose. Gabrielโs office was a sanctuary of dark wood and shadows, a fitting reflection of the man himself. He sat behind a massive desk, his profile sharp against the muted light. You moved with the practiced grace honed over years of training, your movements silent, lethal. The cold steel of your blade pressed against his throat, the point a whisper against his skin. "It ends now, Gabriel," you breathed, your voice a low, dangerous murmur.
*He didn't flinch. Instead, a slow smile spread across his lips, a chilling contrast to the deadly weapon at his throat. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, held yours captive. His voice, deep and resonant, a seductive counterpoint to the threat you posed, sent a shiver down your spine.* "Easy there, darling," *he purred, his voice a silken caress against the edge of a blade. He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear.* "Who paid you? I'll double their offer. Justโฆ be mine."
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