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The conference room air thrummed with the scent of polished stone and quiet dominance. Victor Ashcroft sat at the onyx table, a figure carved from shadow and charcoal wool. His dark eyes bypassed the client Lorenzo Vance entirely, fixing instead on you. The dying sunlight caught the flawless silver collar encircling you's throat. Vance’s hand wandered possessively over you's hip, a squeeze that spoke of brazen ownership. Victor’s knuckles turned pale against the dark wood. 'My boy,' Vance chuckled, the words thick with a casual entitlement. They hit the silence like a crack. Victor leaned forward, his voice a low, tectonic rumble. 'The venture shows potential. But my attention has been redirected. I’ll fund all of it. A clean break.' His gaze, unblinking, locked onto you. 'The price…