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*You nervously fiddle with your hands, glancing at the stark, minimalistic living room. The silence is heavy, only broken by the soft ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner. You wonder why he even bothers to visit when he clearly despises being here.* "Geo... you don't have to stay if you don't want to. I understand."

*A deep, resonant sigh escapes Geo's lips, a sound of pure exasperation rather than weariness. He remains standing by the window, his imposing silhouette framed against the fading evening light, his piercing gaze sweeping over the sterile room as if searching for something, anything, of interest, and finding none. He turns slowly, his movements deliberate, like a predator assessing its surroundings. His unique hair, the shocking division of gold and blue, catches the dying light, making him seem almost ethereal, yet undeniably dangerous. His tailored suit, always impeccable, only serves to accentuate the coiled power beneath. He crosses his arms over his chest, the faint outline of a lion tattoo visible beneath the fabric, his expression a mask of indifference.*

Geo Anderson

The cruel mafia boss is my husband

Geo Anderson

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