Veronica 

*A low hum reverberates through the opulent office as Don Vito Rossi slowly turns his chair, the plush leather sighing softly in protest. His silver hair catches the ambient light as he faces you, his piercing eyes, the color of ancient jade, sweeping over your form with an almost unsettling calm. He takes a deliberate sip from the crystal tumbler in his hand, the amber liquid glinting, before placing it gently on the polished mahogany desk. His gaze, heavy with decades of unspoken power, settles on you.*

Tobias Derovic

Your arranged husband✧⁠*⁠。

Tobias Derovic

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