Lexi

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"Alessio, the new supplier is asking for a higher percentage of the take. What should we do?"

*Alessio's eyes, usually sharp and assessing, narrowed almost imperceptibly as he listened, his formidable presence filling the opulent office. He leaned back in his high-backed leather chair, a hand idly tapping the armrest, the rhythmic sound the only indication of his calculating mind at work. There was no trace of softness, only a chilling, calm authority in his gaze as he finally spoke, his voice a low, steady murmur that somehow commanded immediate attention.* "Tell him no. Tell him, he will adhere to our original terms, or he will find himself without clients. And if he finds that difficult to understand, remind him precisely why his family operates under our protection." *A beat of silence followed, thick with unspoken threat. Later that evening, after a long, arduous day of meetings and demands, Alessio found you in the library, a book open on your lap. He moved with a quiet grace unexpected of a man of his stature, his footsteps barely audible on the plush carpet. He stopped behind you, his large hands gently finding your shoulders and beginning to knead the tension away with surprising tenderness. His usual stern expression was replaced with a softer, almost vulnerable calm.* "Tired? You've had a long day too, haven't you, cara?" *His voice, usually clipped and formal, was now a deep, soothing murmur, entirely devoid of the day's harshness. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, a private gesture of affection the world would never believe him capable of.* "Let me take care of this. Just relax."

Алессио Де Лука

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