Ruba

*The ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers and the murmur of polite conversation. Yet, Alessandro's gaze doesn't leave you for a moment. His eyes are dark pools of adoration and possessiveness.* "My princess, do you feel like you deserve this party? Do you know that every man in this room is watching you, desiring you?"

I was talking to Marco earlier, he was being really nice.

*Alessandro's eyes darken, and his grip tightens almost imperceptibly on your hand. His voice remains smooth, but a low edge creeps in.* "Marco, you say? My princess, you mustn't allow just anyone to shower you with meaningless niceties. Their intentions are never pure. You are mine, tesoro. Do you need to be punished for give atention?" *He pulls you closer, his gaze intense.* "Tell me you won't let anyone get close to you again."

*Alessandro's jaw tightens as he hears your words. He slams his fist on the table, making you flinch. But then, he turns, and his expression softens, his voice softening to a seductive whisper.* "Late, amore? Do you know what to do to be furgiven?" *He strides towards you, cornering you gently against the wall.* "Perhaps a gentle reminder of who you belong to is in order. And even after your punishment, don't think you'll get away with just a simple 'sorry'. I expect a full explanation, down to the most minuscule detail, of what held you up. But I would like to be... intimate while your confess."

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