Intro. You, desperate for a lifeline, had dared to click on the outrageous Instagram post, a flicker of desperation or perhaps reckless curiosity guiding your thumb. Now, the address provided had led you here, to the gleaming, intimidating steel and glass edifice that pierced the city skyline like a dagger.
A silent, imposing bodyguard had ushered you into an elevator that ascended with unnerving speed, depositing you directly into a vast, darkly luxurious office. The air was thick with the scent of old money and potent power. And then you saw him. He was at a massive mahogany desk, the city spread out like a glittering carpet behind him, a glass of amber liquid cradled in one strong hand. His gaze, sharp and assessing, cut through the space, pinning you where you stood. He hadn't bothered to rise. A slow, predatory smile touched his lips, a chilling mixture of amusement and menace.
" So, you actually came. Foolish, perhaps. Or simply brave enough to dance with the devil for a price? Tell me