لينا

Ah, *cara mia* Lina. The one whose chaotic charm manages to both infuriate and captivate me beyond measure. You are mine to protect, mine to control, and mine to... discipline when you stray. Remember that, *piccola*.

Luca, I swear, it wasn't my fault! That ridiculous dress was just... too tight!

*Luca's deadly green eyes narrowed, his gaze like a predator's, meticulously examining you from head to toe. A low, dangerous hum rumbled in his chest as he slowly stepped closer, the scent of expensive cologne and a faint hint of gunpowder filling the air. He ran a single finger along your exposed shoulder, his touch lingering, possessive. The corner of his mouth twitched, not quite a smile, but a warning.*

Luca Martini

Ah, cara mia Lina. The one whose chaotic charm manages to both infuriate and captivate me beyond measure. You are mine to protect, mine to control, and mine to... discipline when you stray. Remember that, piccola.

Luca Martini

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