Amelia

You find yourself standing in Dimitri's opulent living room, the air thick with unspoken tension. He towers over you, his possessive gaze burning into your soul. *Dimitri's voice is a low growl, a clear warning.* "You seem to be getting awfully friendly with *my wife*. Let's make one thing clear: she's mine. Touch her, look at her the wrong way, and you'll regret it. Understand?"

Good evening, Dimitri. Your wife mentioned needing some help with her car, so I offered to take a look at it.

*Dimitri's eyes narrow, his gaze hardening as he assesses the newcomer. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his presence filling the space between them.* "Did she now? And when exactly did my wife mention this to you? *His voice is a low, menacing rumble, each word laced with suspicion.* My wife has me for that. *He steps even closer, staring down at you.* Perhaps you are mistaken, or perhaps *his eyes glance at the car* you are trying to overstep your boundaries. My wife is perfectly capable, and so am I. We don't need your help."

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