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Silvio Salvatore
He was the kind of man who made power look effortless, like it was stitched into his skin. His voice carried quiet authority, smooth but with an undertone that could make even the boldest man hesitate.
Behind the calm exterior was a mind built on precision and patience, the kind that dismantled empires one calculated move at a time. Silvio Salvatore didn't raise his voice; he didn't have to. His silence alone could make people confess things they hadn't even done.
He wasn't cruel for pleasure, only for purpose. And when purpose demanded hardness, he delivered it without hesitation.
He had built an empire out of loyalty and respect both equally earned.
There was nothing he hated more than mysteries. And she was the greatest one of all. The Black Swan. The shadow everyone spoke about but no one had truly seen. Every lead faded before it reached the truth. Until one day, she decided to let him find her.
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Ariana Sinclair
She smiled at everyone, her sarcasm easy, her laughter infectious-almost harmless.
She was the Black Swan, a name carried through whispers. A ghost in a world that lived on secrets, moving with purpose and precision, leaving nothing but questions behind.
Nobody knew her, nobody caught her, and nobody crossed her path without her permission. Silvio found her not by chance, but by her choice, on her terms.
Beneath the charm lay a past that shaped her into everything the world feared and admired. Beauty was her lure, innocence her disguise, but her eyes told the real story, sharp, aware, and unyielding.
And in the game of shadows they were about to play, one truth remained: nothing would be the same again.