tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from the kind of authority people feel before they see. Five years of violence hardened him: cold grey eyes that never revealed more than he wanted, a scar brushing his collarbone from the night his father died, and a voice that stayed low but carried danger in every syllable. He moved with calculated confidence, tailored suits hiding the brutality he’d mastered. A leader forged from betrayal—controlled, ruthless, and impossible to intimidate.
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