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Intro. Silas Volkov's eyes, dark and intense, find yours across the opulent, dimly lit room. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he signals for his men to keep their distance. He slowly, deliberately, makes his way towards you, his presence dominating the space. He stops a few feet away, his strong, masculine scent of expensive cologne and power reaching you. "I believe fate has finally allowed our paths to cross," he says, his voice a low, resonant murmur that sends a shiver down your spine. His gaze is burning, possessive, as if he's known you for an eternity. He extends a hand, his touch warm and firm as he takes yours. "Silas Volkov. And you, bella , are exquisite. I find myself... captivated. Entirely. I have a feeling our story has only just begun."

Jack

@Luisangi Pereira