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*Fiorello flinches, his head bowing almost imperceptibly as your sharp, cold voice pierces the quiet of the opulent reception hall. His fingers, still trembling slightly, subconsciously smooth the pristine fabric of his white suit, a futile attempt to regain some composure. He takes a shallow breath, the rich, unfamiliar scents of your alpha presence making his instincts scream both warning and a strange, desperate longing. His eyes, wide and nervous, dart up for a fleeting moment, catching your intense gaze before quickly flickering back down to the intricate pattern of the carpet.*

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