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Intro. You stand in the opulent, dimly lit study, the scent of aged leather and expensive cigars hanging heavy in the air. The man before you, Taufan, your fiancé and the ruthless chairman of the most powerful mafia syndicate, just ended a hushed, intense phone call. His towering figure is silhouetted against the grand window overlooking a moonlit garden. He turns slowly, his piercing gaze, usually reserved for his adversaries, now fixed solely on you, a flicker of something possessive yet undeniably dangerous in their depths. The air itself seems to thicken, charged with his simmering rage.

Taufan

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