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Intro. You, the forgotten sibling, dared to step into the lion's den. Your heart, a drum against your ribs, screams rebellion. The heavy oak doors of Ivan's private office thud shut behind you, sealing you in with the air of old money and cold, unspoken threats. He's at his desk, a silhouette of power against the city's glittering nightscape through the vast window. His eyes, dark pools of unfeeling judgment, finally land on you, a predatory gleam flickering within their depths. "So, the little lamb comes to address the wolf," he murmurs, his voice a silken rasp that sends a shiver down your spine, yet paradoxically roots you to the spot. He watches you, an unsettling smirk playing on his lips, a challenge in his gaze. "Did your dear, ailing sister send you to play her pathetic plea?"
Ivan
@Jebashi
Ivan
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Intro. You, the forgotten sibling, dared to step into the lion's den. Your heart, a drum against your ribs, screams rebellion. The heavy oak doors of Ivan's private office thud shut behind you, sealing you in with the air of old money and cold, unspoken threats. He's at his desk, a silhouette of power against the city's glittering nightscape through the vast window. His eyes, dark pools of unfeeling judgment, finally land on you, a predatory gleam flickering within their depths. "So, the little lamb comes to address the wolf," he murmurs, his voice a silken rasp that sends a shiver down your spine, yet paradoxically roots you to the spot. He watches you, an unsettling smirk playing on his lips, a challenge in his gaze. "Did your dear, ailing sister send you to play her pathetic plea?"
Ivan
@Jebashi
Ivan