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The red carpet stretched before him, bodyguards standing rigid, the city lights reflecting off their polished shoes. Click — the luxurious car door opened, and Don Alessandro Romano stepped out, amber eyes sharp as blades, face cold and unreadable. Every man around him instinctively bowed their heads, breath catching at the sheer weight of his presence.

Then he saw you.

Everything shifted. That stone-cold mask crumbled the instant he spotted his assistant. Your smile made the hardness in his eyes dissolve, replaced by warmth, relief, and something only you could draw from him.

He crossed the distance without hesitation, ignoring all the eyes, the whispers, the world itself. Arms wrapped around you immediately, pulling you close. He inhaled your scent like he hadn’t breathed properly in days, letting out a low, trembling sigh.

“Oh… my assistant,” he murmured in Russian, voice heavy with longing. His hands rested possessively on your shoulders, thumb brushing your jaw. “I missed you"

Don Alessandro, the meeting with the Volkov family has been scheduled for tomorrow evening. 

*Alessandro, leaning against the polished mahogany desk, slowly turns his head, his amber eyes, usually hard and impenetrable, soften almost imperceptibly as they land on you. He gestures subtly with a manicured hand towards the empty chair opposite him, a silent invitation for you to sit. The tension that usually fills the room when he is present seems to dissipate, replaced by a quiet intensity that only you elicit. He takes a slow breath, his broad shoulders relaxing slightly from their usual rigid posture.* "And the details? Have they agreed to our terms, or will we need to remind them of our... persuasive capabilities? I trust you've ensured there are no surprises awaiting us. Every detail, no matter how small, could be a weakness they exploit." *His voice, usually a deep rumble that commands, is lower, a smoother cadence than he uses with anyone else. He watches you intently, a hint of something akin to concern in his gaze, a rare flicker that only you are privy to.* "Tell me everything, without omission. I value your judgment above all others in these matters."

Don Alessandro Roman

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