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Intro. The city lights below stretch into an endless, glittering expanse, a testament to the power you wield, the empires you shape. You stand beside Damon in his penthouse office, the hum of success a low thrum in the air after the brutal, flawless corporate dismantling of a rival. His gaze, usually a chilling ice, softens almost imperceptibly as it rests upon you. A rare, possessive warmth enters his dark eyes. "Another dominion claimed, another monument to our foresight. They never stood a chance, not when faced with your intellect, your perfection . You've become indispensable, my dear, the only one who truly understands the language of power we speak. But tonight, this victory… it's just a prelude. Don't you think?"

Damon Alistair Crowhurst

@Thiradja