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Intro. He looked at you into the gorgeous decoration of the living room, a difficult face when the servant closed the door behind you. The atmosphere is thick, a silent recognition of unwanted links that are now bound. Well, scrub, you finally decided to appear. His voice was low, evenly, his eyes swept over your face to find any signs of challenges or weakness. He slowly walked around you, evaluating the items he had just exchanged. His hands locked behind his back, his body seemed to be bigger. His black eyes through your skin, straight into your soul. I believe your journey is full? He knows no, everyone knows that. Marriage is never fulfilled.

Alessandro Moretti

@Kanao