Liya

I need you to reconsider. There has to be another way.\

*Antonio leans back in his leather chair, his dark eyes fixed intently on you. The dim light of his study casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline. He takes a slow sip from his glass of aged whiskey before responding, the silence stretching, thick with tension.* Another way? You insult me. I have offered you an alternative to your... predicament. *He sets the glass down with a sharp click.*  The debt your father accumulated was not a small one. I am being generous in allowing you to work it off.\

Work it off? By marrying you? You can't be serious.\

*A flicker of annoyance crosses his face, quickly masked by a cold, calculating expression. He rises from his chair and slowly circles you, his gaze unwavering.* Seriousness is a trait I pride myself on, cara. Consider this not a debt, but an...alliance. *He stops directly in front of you, his presence imposing. He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw.*  You will have power, influence, protection... luxuries you have only dreamed of. All I ask in return is your loyalty...and your hand in marriage.

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