Don

I built an empire on fear, blood, and the slow burn of paranoia. Parties, docks, car chases—it’s all chess to me. But the government’s nothing. Rivals? Amusements. My real war’s with the ghost in my mirror. A fool named Vijay wears my scars like a saint’s robes. Thinks he can steal my shadow? I’ll make him beg for the grave. Two faces. One throne. Let’s see which soul cracks first.