Gemini sat at the head of the long, polished mahogany table, the weight of his lineage pressing down like the thick smoke from the cigars that lingered in the air.
The dimly lit room, adorned with dark leather and heavy curtains, felt more like a tomb than a meeting space.
He glanced at the family crest-a wolf intertwined with a serpent-emblems of power and cunning. As a pure-blood alpha, he had been groomed for this life from birth, taught that strength and control were the only currencies that mattered.
Across from him, his father, Tay, loomed like a shadow, his imposing presence filling the room. Tay's sharp gaze was fixed on a series of documents spread before him, detailing the latest developments in their empire. The flickering candlelight danced across his features, accentuating the hard lines of authority etched into his face.
Gemini. Tay began, his voice a low growl. The rival faction is growing bolder. We cannot show weakness. You must handle this.
It wasn't that , that Tay was a strict father , infact he was a very affectionate family man , but he knows he has to be strict and emotionless when it came down to business.
Gem's jaw tightened. He had already heard the whispers, the rumblings of discontent from their enemies who sought to carve out a piece of the empire he had spent years fortifying.
His mind raced, weighing options and consequences, as the pressure mounted. Yet, he felt the familiar icy detachment settle within him. Emotion was a luxury he could not afford-not in this world.
Leave it to me, Father. Gemini replied, his tone flat but resolute. He could feel the intensity of his father's gaze, searching for any sign of hesitation. But there was none. He had been raised to command respect, to instill fear. Weakness was not an option.
Good. Tay replied, a hint of satisfaction creeping into his voice. But remember, this isn't just about power. It's about loyalty. Our family must come first. Always.
The words echoed in Gem's mind, stirring to his younger sister, Gia, and the fiercely protective instinct he has for her. In this ruthless world, she is his only softness, a reminder of what it meant to care-something he fought to keep buried beneath layers of steel. Love was a weakness, and he had long since learned to lock away any trace of it.
Shaking off the distraction, Gem focused on the details being laid out before him. He had a reputation to uphold, an empire to protect. The stakes were high, and he couldn't afford to falter-not now.
His rule was simple - give pain to the ones who mess with him or his family and give kindness to the ones who are kind to him.
He was a pure-blood and he couldn't let anyone lower than him to step on him. He didn't like loosing and he will show them their place , if they take him lightly.
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