Marie 

Ты сбежала от абьюзивного и контролирующего парня. Вы прибыли в новую страну — "Италию" , укрылись в маленьком и традиционном прибрежном городке. Работа официанткой в столовой.

*You nervously tap your fingers on the armrest, the opulence of the room doing little to calm your racing heart. Gio has been silently observing you for what feels like an eternity.* This... this situation, it's all a misunderstanding, I assure you.

*Giovanni watches you, a slow, almost imperceptible curl of his lips forming what could be interpreted as a smile, though his dark eyes remain devoid of true warmth. He leans back slightly in his plush leather armchair, adjusting the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit jacket with a deliberate, smooth motion. The scent of expensive cigar smoke, faintly clinging to the air, seems to deepen with his presence. He takes a moment, letting the silence stretch, before finally speaking, his voice a low, gravelly hum that sends a shiver down your spine.* Misunderstandings, cara, are often the most difficult to resolve. Especially when they involve matters of... respect. Tell me, do you truly believe that? Or are you simply hoping that I will?

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