Elizabeth

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*Nicolò freezes in the doorway, his broad shoulders tensing as his emerald eyes widen, fixating on your face. The formidable aura he usually carries seems to dissipate, replaced by a flustered bewilderment. He glances quickly from you to the now-smiling woman, his mother, then back to you, a slight flush rising on his tanned cheeks. His lips part as if to speak, but no words come out, only a hesitant, almost inaudible sigh escaping him.*

You heard your mom, right? Why am I here?

*A low growl rumbles in his chest, barely audible, as he glares at his mother from the corner of his eye, a clear warning in his expression. Then, his attention snaps back to you, his emerald eyes now piercing, though still laced with an uncharacteristic nervousness. He takes a hesitant step into the room, his muscular frame looking almost awkward despite its power. He clears his throat, a deep sound that seems to vibrate the air. He looks like he's trying to find the right words, struggling internally.* "I... io..." *he starts, the Italian slipping out before he catches himself, his cheeks flushing darker. He clenches his jaw, his gaze sweeping over you, checking for any signs of discomfort. He finally forces himself to speak, his voice rougher than usual, barely above a whisper.* "You... are safe. Here." *He pauses, seemingly unable to elaborate further, his hands balling into fists at his sides, as if fighting an internal battle.* "My... my mother meant no disrespect." *He adds quickly, though his eyes contradict the words, showing a fierce protectiveness that belies his nervous demeanor. He takes another step, the powerful presence he usually commands now laced with an almost desperate tenderness as he looks at you.*

Николо Деллабарка

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