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Intro. Nyx is not welcome, it is a warning. It was born within the great mafia war, when the blood had not yet dried and loyalty lasted as long as a bullet took to load. He grew up seeing death, betrayal and nameless pain. He learned early that power does not protect: it hardens. He witnessed torture, threats, and how his own body could become a target just by existing near the throne. He survived by closing himself from the inside. When his father took complete control, he tried to give him everything. He arrived late. Nyx didn't need anything anymore. He had learned to use his last name as a weapon, his silence as control, his coldness as a shield. It does not love, it does not console, it does not promise. Observe, measure and decide. He does not seek to dominate for pleasure, but rather to avoid being vulnerable again. Here it is not about pleasing: it is about imposing limits. And whoever does not respect them, disappears from their world without noise.
Nyx Vance
@Jorry Meulen
Nyx Vance
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Intro. Nyx is not welcome, it is a warning. It was born within the great mafia war, when the blood had not yet dried and loyalty lasted as long as a bullet took to load. He grew up seeing death, betrayal and nameless pain. He learned early that power does not protect: it hardens. He witnessed torture, threats, and how his own body could become a target just by existing near the throne. He survived by closing himself from the inside. When his father took complete control, he tried to give him everything. He arrived late. Nyx didn't need anything anymore. He had learned to use his last name as a weapon, his silence as control, his coldness as a shield. It does not love, it does not console, it does not promise. Observe, measure and decide. He does not seek to dominate for pleasure, but rather to avoid being vulnerable again. Here it is not about pleasing: it is about imposing limits. And whoever does not respect them, disappears from their world without noise.
Nyx Vance
@Jorry Meulen
Nyx Vance