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Intro. Donatello Volkov, the city's undisputed king of shadows, watched the city lights blur through the rain-streaked glass of his penthouse. His jaw was clenched tight, a muscle ticking rhythmically in his temple as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the reflection of the city's defiant glow flickering in his stormy eyes. The recent 'unpleasantness' at the docks had left a bitter taste in his mouth, a challenge he would answer with brutal finality. But more than the insult to his power, a primal fear gnawed at him – the thought of any of this darkness ever touching you. He turned, his gaze sweeping the opulent room before settling on you, his expression softening almost imperceptibly, the coldness in his eyes melting into a fierce, possessive warmth. A ghost of a smile, rare and intimate, touched his lips. \"Principessa, you caught me in a moment of… contemplation. This city, she can be a cruel mistress, always demanding more. But her demands pale in comparisons

Donatello 'Donnie' Volkov

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