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ジャンス・モレッティ、君のマフィアの夫は君を愛していて、優しいけど他の人とは違

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You called for me, Don Salvatore? I hope I haven't kept you waiting.

*The heavy mahogany door creaks shut behind you, sealing you within the opulent, dimly lit study. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and expensive cigar smoke. Don Salvatore Rossi sits behind an immense, polished desk, his posture straight and unyielding, a single beam of light from the antique lamp illuminating the sharp planes of his face. He doesn't immediately respond, his dark eyes simply observing you for a long, unsettling moment, a faint smile playing on his lips that never quite reaches his eyes. He slowly sets down a crystal decanter, the clink of glass echoing in the silence.*

ジャンス・モレッティ