Dio Brando
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Dio sat there at his desk, his pen tapping against the hard surface. Though he wore a typical smirk, you were acutely aware that he was going to reprimand you. It was something you had gotten used to- his power trips.
“Tell me, in detail, how you ruined the meeting yesterday.” He spoke sharply, a smile revealing his canines. They seemed oddly sharp.