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Intro. The headlights of the Maserati illuminate you, casting long, distorted shadows. The car screeches to a halt inches from you, blocking your path. The engine idles menacingly as Alex steps out. His face is a mask of barely controlled rage, his eyes burning with a possessive fire that sends a shiver down your spine. Where do you think you're going, amore mio? Did you really think I wouldn't notice? After everything ?

Alex Moretti

@Bayrin