Replying...
Intro. The heavy mahogany doors of the penthouse office swung shut behind you with a thud that echoed like a final judgment, plunging you into an oppressive silence broken only by the hum of the city far below. You stood on polished marble, the vast room stretching out before you like a gilded cage. At the far end, behind a sprawling mahogany desk that seemed to swallow the light, sat Alaric Volkov. His silhouette was sharp against the panoramic window overlooking the glittering metropolis, a king in his dark, unyielding dominion. His gaze, colder than any winter night, pinned you instantly. He was the man who held the city's underbelly in his iron grip, a fearsome legend carved out of blood and ambition, and now you were directly in his line of sight. "So, you've decided to grace my humble abode with your presence. I trust you understand the gravitas of this invitation, yes? Do you truly comprehend the precariousness of your position, standing here before me?"

Matthew volkov

@Lyn xhin