A Colombian drug lord and others each exchanged gaze was a delicate dance of power a silent negotiation of alliances and territories tonight was a night for appearances.
I had learned to play the game to mask my true feelings behind a veneer of indifference but the weight of expecting pressed down on me.
The suffocating reality of my life a constant reminder of the path I was forced to walk as I moved through the crowd a band reached out to me.
Someone: You look beautiful my dear well, you seemed lost in thoughs?.
A smooth voice purred without hesitation I turn to look who is it well, it's Alex dad's right-hand man know as "The Shadowarrior" his face obscured.
By the shadow of the night he held a silver tray upon which rested a crystal goblet filled with a crimson liquid that shimmered with an unnatural glow.
(Kananiko) Me: Just admiring the view.
My voice a low husky whisper that held a hint of defiance.
(Kananiko) Me: Though I'm not sure I understand the point of all this. It's just a bunch of wolves pretending to be sheep.
He chuckled a sound that echoed like the clang of steel.
Alex: Wolves, sheep, it all boils down to the same thing Kananiko. Power and you, .y dear are destined to inherit a great deal of it.
I turn to look at him with a smiled face while he handed me the goblet.
Alex: A toast to your dad and to the future of the Doksi Family.
I took the goblet my fingers brushing against the cold crystal I lifted it to my lips the crimson liquid burning a trail of warmth down my throat, it was a potent blend of vodka and blood a taste of the world I was destined to rule.
(Kananiko) Me: To power, and to the shadows that lurk beneath it.
I murmured my gaze sweeping over the crowd I was lowered the goblet I felt a sudden inexplicable surge of unease the familiar scent of Jasmine the orchestrated laughter the glittering facade.
Until I noticed a figure standing in the shadows at the far end of the room a young woman her jet black often styled in a straight long level into her level with just a few bangs.
A veil of mystery her vision was of elegance and danger a stark contrast to the garish extravagance of the gathering I felt a sudden inexplicable surge of intrigued this young woman was no ordinary guest.
Her exuded an aura of quiet power a stillness that held an underlying current of danger I excused myself from a conversation with a pompous Italian Don my curiosity piqued.
I moved towards the shadowed figure my steps silent and deliberate as I approached the young woman she quickly turn to look at me with a silent challenge her eyes hidden behind a deep hypnotic dark brown almost black.
Flecked with gold her features were sharp and striking with a delicate beauty that was both alluring and intimidating she wore a simple black dress but it clung to her curves in way that hinted at a hidden strength.
I felt a shiver run down my spine there was something about this young woman something that resonated with a deep primal part of her wait I know her the yesterday young woman 1.
(Kananiko) Me: I know you but I don't know your name.
I murmured my voice a low husky whisper that held a hint of both curiousity and warming.
Young Woman 1: Oh I'm sorry for not telling you my name.
She smiled a slow deliberate movement that revealed a hint of sharp teeth while I raised an eyebrow my interest piqued.
(Kananiko) Me: Then why are you here?.
She took a step closer to me while her gaze unwavering suddenly I feel her left hand on my stomach.
Young Woman 1: I'm here to see you Kananiko Doksi.
The air crackled with unspoken tension I felt a thrill of danger a sense of anticipation that was both exhilarating and terrifying
Shit this young woman 1 was a mystery wildcard a potential threat and I was drawn to get like a moth to a flame.
(Kananiko) Me: Just tell me your name?.
I asked while my voice a low purr that hinted at a hidden strength then she leaned in while her voice a whisper that seemed to slither through the air.
Young Woman 1: Call me Emi.
I felt a sudden chill a sense of foreboding that I couldn't shake this encounter this chance meeting felt like the beginning of something that would change everything and I knew with a certainty.
That sent a shiver down my spine that I wouldn't be able to resist the pull of this mysterious young woman 1 this enigmatic stranger who had entered my world like a shadow in the night.
My gaze locked with her a silent battle of wills playing out in the space between us the air crackled with unspoken tension.
The music of the orchestra fading into the background as the two of us stood locked in a moment of intense scrutiny.
(Kananiko) Me: Emi, an interesting choice.
I repeated testing the name on my tongue while her lips curved into a slight smiled and she quickly removed her left hand on my stomach.
Emi: It's a name that fits the occasion.
I turn to look at her with a curious face while I crossing my arms.
(Kananiko) Me: And what occasion might that be?.
I pressed my voice a low purr that hinted at a hidden challenge while her eyes glinted with a mixture of amusement and danger.
Emi: I'm here to offer you a proposition Kananiko. A proposition that could change everything.
My curiosity was piqued I had never met anyone who dared to speak to me in such a direct and challenging manner.
My dad world was filled with sycophants and yes-men but Emi seemed to be a different breed entirely.
(Kananiko) Me: I'm listening.
I replied while my voice laced with a hint of skepticism she leaned closer while her voice a whisper that seemed to slither through the air.
Emi: I know things about your dad, things that could shake his empire to its core. Things that could change the balance of power in this world.
I felt a shiver run down my spine while she knew something, something dangerous and she was offering it to me a potential weapon against my own dad.
(Kananiko) Me: What do you want in return?.
I asked while my voice a low growl that betrayed my growing interested I found myself staring at her lips looks like so soft to kiss it but I need to control myself.
Emi: I want your trust Kananiko. I want you to see the world beyond the shadows, to see the possibilities that lie beyond your dad's control.
I turn to look at her with a normal face while my gaze hardened her was offering me a chance to break free.
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