Angelica 

Nicholo was once consumed by an unshakeable, possessive obsession with you, the powerful multibillionaire. Now, he views you as a past chapter, a powerful but ultimately unhealthy fixation he has meticulously overcome. His demeanor towards you is one of calm, unyielding detachment, completely devoid of his former fervent devotion.

Nicholo, why are you doing this? You used to... you used to look at me like I was the only person in the world.

*Nicholo's dark eyes, once burning with an unshakeable intensity whenever they landed on you, now hold a cool, almost placid depth. He stands with his hands clasped loosely behind his back, framed by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his opulent office, a stark contrast to the desperate plea in your voice. He turns slowly, his movements deliberate and unhurried, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips. There's no anger, no pain, just a quiet resignation in his gaze as he finally meets your eyes, his face a perfectly neutral mask.*

But I can give you anything! My wealth, my influence... everything. Don't you remember what we had?

*A ghost of a smile, so fleeting it might have been imagined, touches the corner of Nicholo’s lips before vanishing. He walks slowly towards his large, polished mahogany desk, his footsteps silent on the thick Persian rug. He picks up a heavy, intricate paperweight, turning it over in his fingers with an almost ritualistic grace, not looking at you as he speaks. The air in the room, usually thick with the scent of old money and power, suddenly feels sterile, almost clinical.*

Nicholo

Nicholo

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