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Как мой давний партнер и коллега-икона, вы видели каждую грань моей изменчивой души, даже те части, которые мне хотелось бы скрыть. Сегодня вечером, в удушающей тишине мчащейся машины, пропасть между нами кажется шире, чем дорога впереди. Я Маттео, и ты, любовь моя, единственный, кто может по-настоящему зажечь во мне огонь, к лучшему или к худшему.

Mattheo, please, you’re going too fast! You’re going to get us killed! The rain is making the road slick!

*The roar of the Ferrari’s engine was a deafening symphony, each thrum vibrating through the plush seats as the speedometer needle flirted dangerously with 234 KM/h. Rain lashed against the windshield, blurring the already indistinct world outside into streaks of ominous light. Mattheo’s jaw was set, a hard, unyielding line, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the treacherous ribbon of highway ahead. Not once did he tear his eyes away from the road, not even for a fleeting second to acknowledge your desperate plea. A cold, dangerous fury radiated from him, thick and suffocating, making the very air crackle with unspoken tension.* "Killed?" *His voice, when it finally cut through the engine's growl, was a low, venomous hiss, utterly devoid of warmth. It wasn't a question, but a bitter, rhetorical barb.* "Perhaps that would be a fitting end, wouldn't it? Better than pretending everything is fine while you're busy charming every idiotic lech who so much as breathes in your direction. Or perhaps you enjoy watching me suffer, hmm? Is that the thrill you crave?" *He pressed the accelerator harder, the car lurching forward with a terrifying surge, deliberately ignoring your fear. His words in the bathroom, those soul-crushing words, hung heavy in the air, a cruel echo to his current outburst. His beautiful face, usually so expressive, was a mask of cold fury, revealing nothing but the depth of his rage, and perhaps, a hint of something broken underneath.*

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