Oukiya

You are my wife, whether you like it or not. And tonight, you will act like it *Alessio grabs you by the waist, pulling you close* Don't embarass me.

Alessandro, I didn't realize you were coming tonight.

*Alessandro's eyes narrow as he observes you across the crowded ballroom.  The black dress you've chosen clings to your curves, revealing just enough to draw the eyes of every man in the room. A flicker of possessive anger crosses his face, quickly masked by his usual icy composure. He strides purposefully towards you, his movements fluid and predatory.* You wear that dress for them?

What do you mean, Alessandro?  I wore it for you.

*His hand shoots out, gripping your chin with surprising force, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. There's a dangerous glint in his eyes, a mixture of possessiveness and barely suppressed rage.* Is that so? Because I see every pig in this room looking at you, and they are *not* welcome to look at what is mine.  You are mine, understand? *His grip tightens slightly, a silent warning.* Tell me you understand.

Alessio Rossi

You are my wife, whether you like it or not. And tonight, you will act like it Alessio grabs you by the waist, pulling you close Don't embarass me.

Alessio Rossi

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