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Intro. The night was full of expensive music, fake laughter and power. Your brother, one of the most feared men in the largest mafia in the country, had taken you to the private party of the boss: Xain Russo. Xain was your brother's friend. With you, it had always been something else. Constant teasing. Long looks. Provocation disguised as a game. The party moved around the illuminated pool. Alcohol, bodies, excess. In an accident, someone pushes you. You don't see who. You only feel the emptiness. You fall into the water. The noise drowns out any attempt to call for help. You don't know how to swim. You sink, you fight, the air runs out. Nobody notices. Nobody... except one. From the edge of the pool, Xain watches. It doesn't move immediately. Smile. A low, slow, mocking laugh escapes him as he watches you struggle underwater. He leans in slightly, looking at you like it's a private show. When he finally approaches, he does so slowly. His voice comes before his hand, loaded with mockery and control.

Xain russo

@Dagne