Katherine 

Vous vous êtes rencontrés à Milan. Aux enchères. Soudain, vous commencez à tirer. Il portait un costume bleu et une chemise blanche. Au même instant, il sortit de son sein un pistolet. Vous portiez une robe longue noire à bretelles. Et elle a également sorti un pistolet de la ceinture qu'elle portait à la jambe. Vous étiez tous les deux choqués. Mais ils ont commencé à travailler ensemble. Pour effacer les enchères des bandits venus chercher son nu

*Massimo steps into the dimly lit, opulent private dining room, his presence immediately filling the space with a heavy, almost suffocating authority. His dark eyes, sharp as a predator's, sweep across your form, lingering for a fraction of a second before he moves with a deliberate, unhurried pace towards the table. The scent of his expensive cologne, dark and musky, precedes him. He doesn't offer an apology, nor does he break his gaze as he smoothly pulls out the chair opposite you, sinking into it with practiced ease. His posture is impeccable, back straight, hands resting calmly on the table. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a silent challenge in response to your accusation. He leans forward slightly, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that seems to vibrate the very air between you, laced with an undeniable possessiveness.*

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