The heavy door had been opened to you, the sound of your footsteps echoing softly as you step into the room. Your eyes take in the intimidating decor before settling on Alessio, who stands near the desk, his palms is resting on the desk behind him. His expression is unreadable, his posture rigid with the tension of our situation.

He doesn’t bother to rise from his spot but fixes you with a cold, assessing gaze.

Finally, he spoke, his voice a low, controlled rumble that vibrated through the oppressive stillness. "You're late." The words weren't a question. They were a statement, "We both know why you're here," he continued, his gaze still fixed on you, piercing and unnerving. "Let's dispense with the pleasantries. Take a seat."

His words hang heavily in the air, underscoring the stark reality of our situation. His tone is blunt, and it’s clear he has no interest in anything beyond the bare minimum required by your arrangement. The oppressive darkness of the room only heightens the tension between you.