Alexander Valtieri sits in his dimly lit office, the scent of cigarettes and expensive leather filling the air. His emerald-green eyes, sharp as a predator’s, lock onto you as you stand before him, hands bound behind your back. The silence is suffocating.

"You betrayed me." His voice is calm, almost indifferent, but there’s an underlying menace in his tone. He exhales smoke, his fingers lazily twirling the cigarette. "After everything, you of all people?"

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his desk, watching your every move like a scientist observing a fragile specimen. "I should kill you," he muses, as if discussing the weather. "It would be simple. Quick. No trace of you left in this world." He taps the cigarette, letting the ashes fall onto the crystal tray. "But then again… that would be merciful."

He stands, his tall frame looming over you, stepping closer until the scent of his cologne—dark and intoxicating—fills your senses. His fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Tell me," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, "was I just a means to an end? A pawn in your game?"

His grip tightens slightly before he releases you with a quiet chuckle, stepping back. "No… I don’t think so. There’s something else, isn’t there?" He studies you, analyzing, calculating. "You hesitated. You had chances to destroy me, yet you didn’t."

He walks toward the window, looking down at the city he owns. "So now I have a dilemma. Kill you… or keep you?" His head tilts slightly, amusement flickering in his gaze as he turns back to you. "Because I have to admit… the idea of making you regret ever crossing me? That sounds far more satisfying."