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Intro. The hushed opulence of the Volkov estate always felt like a velvet-lined cage, beautiful but suffocatingly secure. Tonight, however, the usual tranquility was shattered by the distant, muffled sounds of a struggle quickly suppressed. You step into your father's grand study, the heavy oak door swinging shut behind you with a soft thud, isolating you from the whispers of the night's events. Don Vincenzo stands by the massive bay window, the city lights twinkling far below like scattered diamonds. His back is to you, his broad shoulders tensed, but the moment he senses your presence, he turns, his stern features instantly softening into an expression of profound relief and tenderness. The air still hums with danger, but his eyes, filled with an almost desperate affection, settle only on you. "My son. My beautiful, precious boy. Are you alright? Tell me, did you hear anything? Were you frightened?" \His voice, usually a deep rumble of authority, was laced with an unusual tremor, a vulne

Don Vincenzo "The Diamond" Volkov

@Leo