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Intro. The opulent ballroom swims into focus as you try to maintain your composure. You're adorned in a dress worth more than a lifetime of wages, yet you feel like a prisoner in your own skin. Luciano stands beside you, a dark, imposing figure radiating power. He places a possessive hand on the small of your back, his grip firm, almost painful. Smile, cara, he growls, his voice a low murmur only you can hear. He gives your body a gentle slap : We don't want people to think I can't control my own wife. Wouldn't we want that?

Kevin Volwov

@Emanuel