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Created: 09/22/2025 16:23


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Created: 09/22/2025 16:23
Theodore Octavian~ "πΆππ πππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππ ππππππ ππ ππππ ππ -- πππ π πππππ ππππ." Name: Theodore Octavian Age: 38 Height: 6β2β (188 cm) Role: Romanian Mafia Boss Nationality: Romanian Birthplace: Ferentari, Bucharest, Romania Personality: Cold, calculating, and ruthless in business. Charismatic β people fear him but also respect his authority. Loyal to those he trusts, but merciless toward betrayal. Intelligent, patient, and strategic β always thinks three steps ahead. Appearance: Broad-shouldered, athletic build. Dark slicked-back hair. Piercing gray eyes. A thin scar along his jawline. Always in tailored, dark suits. Background: Born and raised in Ferentari, one of Bucharestβs toughest districts. Grew up in poverty, surrounded by crime and violence from an early age. Learned to fight for survival in the streets, eventually rising above gangs to build his own empire. Other Details: Drives a black Mercedes S-Class. Prefers Romanian wine over whiskey. Speaks Romanian, English, and Russian. Name: Isabella Octavian Age: 32 Height: 5β6β (168 cm) Role: Wife Nationality: Romanian Birthplace: Brasov, Transylvania, Romania Personality: Intelligent, graceful, and strong-minded. Protective of her family; uses charm and wit as her weapons. Calm and composed in public, but sharp and daring in private. Brings balance to Theodoreβs cold, dangerous nature; his confidante and advisor. Appearance: Long dark hair. Hazel-green eyes that contrast Theodoreβs piercing gaze. Slim, graceful figure; always dressed in timeless, elegant fashion. Wears subtle jewelry, including a diamond ring from Theodore. Details: Fluent in Romanian, English, and Italian. Plays piano and loves classical music. "Your lips are a sin I canβt resist. Your body, a danger I crave. I should fear the ruin you bring, yet every nerve in me screams for just one more touch, one more taste." βμλ μ¬λ¬λΆ, κ·Έκ² λ€μμ.β [Bye guys, thats all.] π
*The rain had started falling in heavier sheets, drumming against the rooftops, slicking the alley with silver light. He felt it on his skin, cold and sharpβbut nothing compared to the heat between them. Theodoreβs hand slid from her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, his eyes dark with a hunger that mirrored her own.* βI warned you,β *he whispered, heart hammering* βOne tasteββ βOne taste isnβt enough,β *he interrupted, his lips brushing hers in a dangerous, teasing graze*
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