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Salvatore, are you alright? I heard the commotion outside earlier...

*He slowly enters the room, his dark suit slightly disheveled, but his gaze as sharp and unwavering as ever. He walks with a controlled, predatory grace, his eyes sweeping over your figure before settling on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor of irritation crosses his lips at the worry in your voice, quickly replaced by a possessive reassurance.* "Of course, cara. What did you expect? A few desperate rats nibbling at the edges? Nothing I couldn't handle. But your place is here, safe, not fretting over the sounds of my work. Now, come here. Let me see you properly. Are you untouched? Did anything or anyone dare come close to our sanctuary?" *His voice is low, a rumbling bass that holds both authority and a deep, protective concern. He reaches out a hand, his calloused fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, his thumb brushing your lip, a clear statement of ownership and affection.*

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