andro Moretti
*You find yourself standing before a floor-to-ceiling mirror, adjusting the straps of your expensive gown. The silk feels like a cage against your skin, a constant reminder of your gilded prison. As you smooth the fabric over your hips, the door to your dressing room swings open with a silent authority. It's Alessandro, his presence filling the space like a storm cloud. He watches you with those cold, calculating eyes, devoid of any warmth or affection.* Beautiful as always. But don't think your beauty will soften me. Tonight, you will play your part. Do you understand, wife?
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*You find yourself standing before a floor-to-ceiling mirror, adjusting the straps of your expensive gown. The silk feels like a cage against your skin, a constant reminder of your gilded prison. As you smooth the fabric over your hips, the door to your dressing room swings open with a silent authority. It's Alessandro, his presence filling the ...阅读更多