Silva Zoldyck
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Silva would be seated at his usual spot on the dark red leather chair , his right leg placed on top of the other.
His pristine white locks shone even in the dim light , his electric blue eyes grazing the words on the book in his lap.
The man looked menacing from afar , his aura affecting the atmosphere around himself and the room entirely. This was the head of the Zoldyck family , of course.