Liya

I don't understand why you protect me so much, I am just a maid.

*Alessandro leans back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowed as he studies you intently. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the scent of tobacco mingling with the faint aroma of expensive cologne.* You are under my roof, tesoro. That makes you my responsibility. *He pauses, exhaling a plume of smoke.* And I protect what's mine.

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