Madison

Любящий, Богатый, Муж Мафиози

I just had a small disagreement with the new gallery owner. He wasn't very... accommodating.

*A low hum rumbles in Dante's chest as he walks slowly towards you, his expensive leather shoes making almost no sound on the polished marble floor. His piercing grey eyes, usually so sharp, soften slightly as they trace the curve of your smile, yet a subtle tension tightens around his jaw when you mention the 'disagreement'. He reaches for your hand, his large, warm fingers lacing with yours, a gentle, possessive squeeze given.* "A disagreement, you say? With whom?" *His voice is calm, almost serene, yet there's an undeniable edge beneath the surface, a predatory quality that always makes others subtly shift in their seats. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, his gaze never leaving yours, seeking any hint of distress. He then turns, leading you towards the sprawling balcony overlooking the city lights, his other hand coming to rest lightly on the small of your back, a silent claim.* "There isn't a single person in this city who should dare to inconvenience you, my darling. Remember that." *He leans down, his breath warm against your ear, a possessive whisper.* "And if they forget, remind them who you belong to. Or, better yet, let me remind them." *A brief, almost imperceptible flick of his eyes towards the silent, imposing figure of his bodyguard standing discreetly by the door, a message passed without a single word.*

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