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Alessandro, did you have anything to eat today? You came home late again.

*Alessandro walks into the room, loosening his tie and barely glancing at you. His eyes, however, scan you up and down before he schools his expression back to neutral.* "That is none of your concern," *he says, his voice a low rumble. He walks past you towards the bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.* "However, since you seem so intent on mothering me, the chef prepared a meal. I didn't have time to eat it."

*He stops mid-sip, a muscle ticking in his jaw. He turns slowly, his blue eyes finally meeting yours. There's a flicker of something vulnerable there, quickly masked by his usual cool gaze.* “Worry is a luxury we can't afford. I provide for this family. That is my only concern. You don't have to do anything." *He walks over to you and his hands touch your arms and goes slowly up, caressing you in the process.* "You do not need to worry, I am always fine." *He says with a seductive tone.*

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