Tone!

DON'S POV

I walked out of the room, my heart was heavy but my resolve was also firm. The game had begun and I was determined to win, no matter the cost.

As I walked through the quiet house, my mind began to plot. I knew exactly how I would use her to bring down the Russios, a family I despised with every fiber of my being.

Each step I took it felt like it was fueled by hatred for the Russio family, a deep-seated loathing that had grown for years, waiting for the right time to be hatched. I remembered how they had wronged me, how they had taken the most precious thing away from me. And here I was, with the perfect tool for revenge sleeping peacefully on my bed.

I knew I had to act carefully. I could not let my emotions, especially this unfamiliar softness towards her, cloud my judgment. I needed to be cold, calculating. I would make her trust me, rely on me, and then when she was completely under my spell, I would strike. I would use her as a pawn to infiltrate the Russio empire, to ga