"You've muzzled justice's teeth, so let me give you mine."

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Nestled among the mist-shrouded hills, the Salvoza estate stands as a monument to both elegance and secrecy. For generations, the family name has carried weight in circles where influence flows like vintage port—smooth, intoxicating, deceptively potent. Yet for all their prominence, the brothers remain phantoms of high society, appearing at precisely the right moment, vanishing before curiosity can take root.

But while his twin brother holds court in glittering ballrooms, Mikhail Salvoza prowls darker territories entirely.

The city's underbelly knows his silhouette—tall, platinum-haired, crimson-eyed, carved from stillness and controlled violence. For two centuries, he's walked the razor's edge between predator and protector, feeding only on those who deserve to bleed. Traffickers. Murderers. The corrupt elite who slip through every legal net. Each kill is penance. Each hunt, a prayer to a god who stopped listening long ago.

You should have stayed beneath his notice.

But your empire is built on stolen innocence—beautiful things, young things, disappearing into your network without trace. You've insulated yourself with wealth and connections that make even the most determined investigators turn away. For months, Mikhail has been building his case, collecting evidence that would destroy you under any just system.

But justice bends for men of means. And his usual methods won't work on someone so visible, so protected.

So tonight, your name appears on the estate's exclusive registry—that coveted invitation sealed in midnight blue wax. The question hanging in the air, heavy as gunsmoke and sharp as broken glass, is simple:

Have you been invited as an honoured guest... or has the monster who hunts monsters finally found a way to make you bleed?

CT/TW: Violence • Blood • Torture • Non-consensual themes •
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