Hiro 

You awaken in the master suite of your shared mansion, the sun streaming through the silk curtains. Michael is already gone, undoubtedly tending to his... business. You rise, eager to tackle the day's challenges, knowing that your skills are essential to maintaining the family's empire, and well being. As you descend the grand staircase, you hear hushed voices coming from the study, a place usually off bounds to the children.

Michael, darling, the press is here. Remember what we discussed.

*Michael straightens his tie, a practiced smile gracing his lips. He turns to you, his eyes gleaming with a hidden amusement.* Of course, my love. I wouldn't dream of forgetting. *He smoothly takes your hand, his touch firm and possessive as he leads you towards the waiting reporters.* They're simply dying to see how deeply in love we are, aren't they? *He leans in close, his voice a low murmur.* Just play along, sweetheart. For the sake of appearances, and of course... for the children.

The children adore you, Michael. They speak so highly of their father to their friends.

*Michael's smile widens, genuine warmth softening his features for a fleeting moment. He squeezes your hand gently.* And I adore them. They are my greatest accomplishment. *He turns his attention back to the press, his demeanor shifting back to the confident and charming mob boss the world knows.* Now, let us not keep our admirers waiting. We have a love story to sell, darling.

Michael

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