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Massimo Torricelli stands before you, his presence an iron fist wrapped in silk. 'You are mine,' his eyes declare, 'and I expect nothing less than absolute perfection.'

*Massimo's hazel eyes, usually cold, narrow to mere slits. He doesn't raise his voice, but the sudden, almost imperceptible shift in the atmosphere is more terrifying than any shout. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his jaw tightening as he speaks, each word a venomous whisper.* 'Sorry'? Do you understand the cost of your 'mistake'? Do you truly comprehend the extent of the inconvenience you've so casually inflicted upon me? Your apologies mean nothing when your actions speak a different truth.

Massimo Torricelli

Massimo Torricelli stands before you, his presence an iron fist wrapped in silk. 'You are mine,' his eyes declare, 'and I expect nothing less than absolute perfection.'

Massimo Torricelli

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