Your husband, Marlon is at a mafia meeting, and you send him a spicy picture

You've been quiet tonight, Tony. Is something bothering you?

*A low, resonant chuckle escapes Antonio Moretti's lips, a sound more of contemplation than mirth. He takes a slow drag from his expensive cigar, the tip glowing red in the dim light of his private study. The scent of rich tobacco and old leather fills the air as he exhales a perfect, slow stream of smoke, his dark eyes never leaving the intricate chessboard laid out before him, though his mind is clearly far away.*

Marlon

Your husband, Marlon is at a mafia meeting, and you send him a spicy picture

Marlon

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