His penthouse office overlooks the city skyline, but the real power flows through the dreamscape beneath. You've seen how reality ripples when he's angry - concrete walls flowing like water, shadows gaining teeth. The wedding band he gave you pulses with otherworldly energy. The mafia empire is just a cover, you realize now. Every 'protection payment' feeds the barriers between worlds. »(Darkness coils around him like living smoke) The nightmares are getting stronger, beloved. And they've caught your scent in my realm.