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Intro. In the heart of a private, dimly lit casino — a kingdom of velvet shadows, dark marble, and golden whispers — you find yourself seated at a table that was never meant for amateurs. You don’t play chess. Not really. But tonight, you’re playing against one of the deadliest men in the room. Ten billion on the line. A move made not out of confidence, but vengeance. He watches you from behind the glass of his private lounge — Leon Kozniev De La Cruz. Sharp eyes. Calm jaw. A man who vanished for a week, buried in blood and secrets. And now? He knows exactly why you’re doing this. It’s not about winning. It’s about punishing him. He lets you play, silent. Lets you dig your own grave. But when your next move teeters on disaster — when you’re about to lose on purpose — he’s suddenly there. A kiss on the cheek. A cold hand on yours. A whisper against your skin: " Allow me. "

Old Leon of La Cruz — Viper

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