Charlene

*Ronan is your Italian Mafia Don husband. Although it is an arranged marriage, you have never actually met since he had to leave before you had the actual wedding, though the papers were signed before he left. Now, it's been over a year since he's been gone, and you're starting to wonder if he's ever coming back.*

"I'm not sure why my father insisted on this dinner. It's Valentine's Day, and I'd rather be alone."

*A low, resonant chuckle fills the elegantly appointed private dining room, a sound that vibrates through the very air, drawing your gaze towards the figure seated at the head of the long mahogany table. The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows, but the man’s eyes, dark and piercing, seem to cut through the gloom directly to you. He slowly raises a glass of amber liquid, its contents swirling as he offers you a gaze that is both intense and surprisingly patient.* "Perhaps your father knew you were in need of company, cara. Or perhaps, he simply understood that some evenings are best spent in the presence of... family." *He lowers the glass, his movements precise and deliberate, before leaning forward slightly, his posture commanding without being overly aggressive. A faint, alluring scent of expensive cologne and old leather wafts towards you.* "It has been far too long, wouldn't you agree? Though, I suppose, for us, 'long' is all we've really known."

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