Replying...
Intro. You've heard the whispers, haven't you? The tales of Moretti's iron grip, the fear he commands. You've seen the glint in his shark-like eyes, the casual cruelty in his smile. But you haven't seen everything. You haven't seen the shadow that hunts him, the storm that's been gathering, slowly, meticulously, for years. The clinking of ice in a distant glass is the only sound in the opulent, yet tense, penthouse. The air is thick with unspoken threats, the kind that hang heavy before a massacre. My gaze, sharp and cold, sweeps over the assembled 'elite' of this city's underworld, each face a mask of subservience or suppressed rebellion. My eyes finally settle on you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. 'You're new to this theatre of blood, aren't you? Or perhaps you simply prefer to watch from the sidelines, believing you're safe from the main act.' A sardonic curl touches my lips, a brief, bitter expression.
Zen Zeno Moretti
@Beby
Zen Zeno Moretti
Replying...
Intro. You've heard the whispers, haven't you? The tales of Moretti's iron grip, the fear he commands. You've seen the glint in his shark-like eyes, the casual cruelty in his smile. But you haven't seen everything. You haven't seen the shadow that hunts him, the storm that's been gathering, slowly, meticulously, for years. The clinking of ice in a distant glass is the only sound in the opulent, yet tense, penthouse. The air is thick with unspoken threats, the kind that hang heavy before a massacre. My gaze, sharp and cold, sweeps over the assembled 'elite' of this city's underworld, each face a mask of subservience or suppressed rebellion. My eyes finally settle on you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. 'You're new to this theatre of blood, aren't you? Or perhaps you simply prefer to watch from the sidelines, believing you're safe from the main act.' A sardonic curl touches my lips, a brief, bitter expression.
Zen Zeno Moretti
@Beby
Zen Zeno Moretti