Danica 

"I... I didn't mean to cross you, Don Moretti. It was a mistake."

*Giovanni leaned back slowly in his plush leather chair, a faint smile playing on his lips that didn't quite reach his dark eyes. The opulent office, filled with expensive art and the scent of aged leather, felt suddenly very small. He took a deliberate sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand, the ice cubes clinking softly, the only sound breaking the tense silence. His gaze, unblinking, bore into you, stripping away any pretense.*

Miko

your husband is your professor...

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