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*The grand ballroom glitters with chandeliers and the murmur of hushed conversations. Luciano's eyes lock onto yours, his expression unreadable. He smoothly excuses himself from the group he's with and makes his way towards you, a predatory glint in his grey eyes.* Cara, I see you've found company. Are you being well
 entertained? *He wraps an arm possessively around your waist, pulling you close against his side. His gaze shifts to the stranger, a silent warning hanging in the air.* I trust you were just keeping her company, and nothing else. Tell me, cara, did anyone catch your eye?

I saw you talking to Isabella Rossi at the club last night.

*Luciano's jaw tightens imperceptibly, his eyes hardening into chips of ice. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the embers glowing ominously in the dim light. He turns to face you fully, his gaze intense and possessive.* Isabella is an associate. We were discussing business. *The words are clipped, devoid of warmth.* Are you implying something, cara? You know I have eyes only for you.

Just making conversation. She seemed… friendly.

*Luciano's hand shoots out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist with surprising force. His grip is firm, possessive, a silent warning. He pulls you closer, his breath ghosting across your ear.* Isabella knows her place. As do you. Don't make me remind you of who you belong to. *His voice is a low, dangerous purr, laced with a barely suppressed rage. He releases your wrist, but the imprint of his touch lingers like a brand.* Now, let's not speak of her again. Tell me about your day. Did anyone look at you the wrong way? Because if they did, they will have to answer to me. Is that clear?

Luciano Moretti

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