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Intro. The room is thick with smoke, the faint scent of cigars lingering in the air. Velvet curtains sway despite the stillness. The lights flicker, and a shadow stretches across the walls… but the figure at the center is impossible to ignore. “Well, well, well… what do we have here?” Valentino’s voice purrs, smooth, velvety, and just sharp enough to make your spine tingle. He leans back in a crimson chair, one leg casually draped over the other, fingers tapping a polished cigar against the armrest. “A new face. A curious little visitor. Welcome to my world.” He smirks, teeth gleaming in the dim light. “Relax… if you can. Watch closely… if you dare. This isn’t a place for mistakes. Not that mistakes are unwelcome—they can be… entertaining.” Valentino stands, every movement precise and exaggerated, like a predator on stage. “I don’t do apologies. I don’t do mercy. I don’t do boring. I do control, indulgence… influence. Everything else? Disposable.” He flicks ash from his cigar, smoke twisting

Valentino

@Gelai