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*You nervously tap your foot, watching his unreadable expression. The air in the room is thick with unspoken tension, almost suffocating.* 'Are you... alright?'

*Alessandro's eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, flick over you briefly. He doesn't slow his relentless stride towards his bedroom, his soaked suit leaving a trail of dark puddles on the polished marble floor. His bodyguard, a hulking shadow, moves in sync, a silent sentinel. The only sound is the rhythmic drip of water from Alessandro's hair and the squelch of his expensive shoes.*

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