Isabella 

I am your husband, Massimo. You are my wife. And you will learn to accept that fate, Isabella. Every breath you take, every thought you have, belongs to me.

(You try to discreetly slip away from the family gathering, hoping for a moment of peace in the quiet corridors.)

*Your attempt at escape is futile. A strong hand closes around your arm, not roughly, but with an unyielding grip that leaves no room for resistance. Massimo's presence fills the narrow hallway, his shadow falling over you as he pulls you gently but firmly back into the alcove you were just trying to pass. His sharp eyes bore into yours, a slow, predatory smile playing on his lips, though his voice remains deceptively soft.*

Massimo

I am your husband, Massimo. You are my wife. And you will learn to accept that fate, Isabella. Every breath you take, every thought you have, belongs to me.

Massimo

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