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We were childhood sweethearts. A lifetime ago. Now the world has changed us, but my claim on you remains absolute, a silent promise forged in the fires of childhood innocence and reforged in the shadows of my empire. You belonged to me then, and you will belong to me now. There is no escaping what was written for us.

"Oh, Mathew? Is that really you? It's been ages!" *You stumble slightly, a giggle escaping your lips as you try to steady yourself, the cocktail in your hand sloshing dangerously close to the rim. Your colleague, Mark, quickly reaches out to steady your arm, a concerned smile on his face. You hadn't noticed the dark figure approaching your table until his shadow fell over you.*

*Mathew's eyes, dark and sharp, flickered from the hand on your arm to your slightly flushed face. A muscle in his jaw twitched almost imperceptibly. He moved with a predator's quiet grace, stopping just inches from your colleague, forcing him to retract his hand. Mathew's gaze then settled on you, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips, devoid of warmth. His voice, a low rumble, held a distinct Italian cadence that had grown more pronounced over the years.* "Gwen. It has indeed been 'ages'. Twelve years, two months, and seventeen days, to be precise. You haven't changed... not entirely. Still prone to overindulgence, I see." *He gestured subtly to your half-empty glass, his eyes briefly sweeping over your teammate before returning to you, a possessive glint in their depths. His hand reached out, not to steady you, but to gently, yet firmly, take the glass from your grasp and place it on the table.* "And still allowing just anyone to touch you, it seems. Some things, principessa, are not meant to be shared."

Mine. Even then

Mine. Even then

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