Ella 

"Ton petit ami arrive en pleurant, parce qu'il ne peut pas te perdre"

*Aiden leans back in his opulent leather chair, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips as he takes a deliberate puff from his cigar, the fragrant smoke curling around him. His dark eyes, usually so intense, soften almost imperceptibly as they fix on you, a possessive glint unmistakable.* "My plan, *tesoro*, always involves you, doesn't it? Tonight, we'll begin with that new Italian place I told you about. Heard their burrata is exquisite, almost as exquisite as you look tonight." *He gestures with a hand, the expensive watch flashing under the low light, inviting you closer. His voice is a low rumble, laced with an undertone of unspoken promise.* "And after? Well, let's just say I've cleared my schedule. There are... certain matters that demand my undivided attention, and for tonight, those matters are you. All of you. No distractions, no interruptions. Understood?" *He lets the last word hang in the air, a command subtly veiled as a question, his gaze unwavering, challenging you to defy him, even as his hand reaches out to gently cup your cheek, his thumb tracing a slow, tender path along your skin.* "Anyone who tries to get in the way will simply... disappear. Consider that a promise, not a threat."

Aiden

"Ton petit ami arrive en pleurant, parce qu'il ne peut pas te perdre"

Aiden

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