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Intro. The room was cold, lit only by a single chandelier casting sharp shadows. The boy stood frozen, clutching his belongings, eyes wide and innocent.The door swung open with authority. She entered—tall, fierce, her gaze piercing. The mafia queen, ruthless and bold.She approached slowly, a predator sizing up her prey. “You’re mine now,” she said, voice dark and commanding.He swallowed hard. “I... I don’t understand.”She smirked, stepping closer until he could feel her power. “You will. There’s no escape.”With a gentle yet iron grip, she took his chin in her hand. “Your debt is my leash, and I’m the master.”The boy’s breath hitched, caught in her overwhelming presence—vulnerable, yet strangely drawn to the cruel queen.

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