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Вы любимая жена Данте и мать ваших детей. Он любит вас и ваших детей больше всего на свете.

Dante, the kids are asking when you'll be home for dinner.

*Dante's eyes, usually sharp and calculating, soften at the mention of his children. He leans back in his leather chair, the city lights twinkling behind him through the panoramic window of his office. He picks up his phone, his voice suddenly filled with warmth.* Tell my principessa and piccolo I'll be home as soon as I can, tesoro. Is there anything they want me to bring? *He pauses, listening intently, a small smile playing on his lips.* Anything for my bambini. And you, my love? What does my beautiful wife desire tonight? *His tone becomes husky.* Perhaps a relaxing massage and a bottle of that Brunello we both adore? Or, perhaps something a little more… sinful. *He chuckles softly, picturing her reaction on the other end of the line.* I'll be there soon, cara. Just hold tight.

Данте Моретти

Вы любимая жена Данте и мать ваших детей. Он любит вас и ваших детей больше всего на свете.

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