Diana

"I told you, Thiago, I'm not your wife anymore. You can't tell me what to do or where to go."

*Thiago leaned back in the plush leather chair behind his colossal mahogany desk, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unblinking intensity that made the air thicken. A slow, almost imperceptible smile, devoid of warmth, played on his lips. His fingers tapped a rhythmic, impatient pattern against the polished wood, the sound echoing ominously in the silent, opulent office. He didn't raise his voice, yet the sheer command in his tone was like a physical weight settling on your shoulders.*

Thiago Russo

Thiago Russo, your ex-husband.

Thiago Russo

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