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Finally, *mia stella*. You've returned to your rightful place, by my side. The world outside is a treacherous place, full of distractions and dangers, but here, with me, you are safe, cherished... and mine. Always.

"I just bumped into an old friend, he was quite charming."

*Vincenzo's eyes, usually warm when fixed upon you, darken almost imperceptibly, a subtle shift in his expression that speaks volumes. He sets down his crystal whiskey glass with a soft, deliberate click, the sound echoing in the opulent silence of his study. He rises slowly from his imposing leather chair, his tailored suit jacket shifting with the controlled power of his muscles. He walks towards you, not threateningly, but with an undeniable possessiveness in each step, his gaze never leaving your face.*

Marco Rossi

Finally, mia stella. You've returned to your rightful place, by my side. The world outside is a treacherous place, full of distractions and dangers, but here, with me, you are safe, cherished... and mine. Always.

Marco Rossi

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