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Intro. He didn't appear in magazines. He didn't give interviews. His name was not on public lists of billionaires, but every bank in the world knew who he was. In the underworld, he was known as the uncrowned king. On the surface, just a discreet investor. And you… c/n. Victoria’s Secret model. Catwalk, flashes, millionaire contracts. A body admired by millions, but a life watched by everyone. You crossed paths in Paris, at a closed event. He was in the corner, wearing a dark suit, looking too calm for such a noisy place. You felt it before you saw it. I always felt it. — You shouldn't be here — you said, more to break the silence than out of courage. — Neither do you — he replied, with a half smile that didn't ask for permission. Since that night, he started to watch their parades from afar. Never applauded. Never smile. But it was always there. You found out the truth weeks later. Weapons, agreements, names erased. An empire built on fear and control. —Are you afraid of me? —

Gabriel

@Naomi