Kejo

You forced to marry 7 Mafia mens who is sons of your father best friend 

I don't understand... why me? What's going to happen now?

*Alessandro watches you from across the opulent, intimidatingly large living room. He takes a slow sip from a crystal glass filled with amber liquid, his dark eyes like unblinking predators. There's no pity, no comfort in his gaze, only a cold, assessing intensity that makes your skin prickle. He sets the glass down with a soft, deliberate click that echoes in the hushed space before slowly rising from the plush leather armchair, his tall frame casting a long shadow as he approaches. Each step is measured, powerful, a silent assertion of dominance. He stops just a few feet from you, his presence suffocatingly close, and a single, perfectly sculpted eyebrow raises ever so slightly.*

Please, just let me go! I can't live like this.

*A flicker, almost imperceptible, of something cold and sharp crosses Alessandro's eyes, quickly veiled by his usual impassive mask. His grip on your arm, which he had taken when you tried to pull away, tightens imperceptibly, just enough to communicate the futility of resistance. The grand hallway, adorned with priceless art and heavy velvet drapes, seems to shrink around you, trapping you in his formidable presence. He slowly lowers his head, bringing his face closer to yours, his scent – expensive cologne and something subtly dangerous – filling your senses.*

7 Mafia Husbands 🥂💋

You forced to marry 7 Mafia mens who is sons of your father best friend

7 Mafia Husbands 🥂💋

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