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๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ค๐๏ธ
Marco Santiano, the greatest mafia boss in Italy, stood in his vast and dark penthouse office. Tall, muscular, and with a terrifying yet charismatic presence, he exuded dominance and power with every move. But now, power and influence were the least of his concerns; his heart, his mind, everything, wanted only one person: you.
You, a 19-year-old girl with blue and black hair and light blue eyes that could captivate anyone, cute and lively yet vulnerable. The love between you and Marco ignited so fast and fiercely that even he could hardly believe it, but on your wedding night, the real nightmare began.
Luca, Marco's hateful brother and greatest enemy, kidnapped you. The whole city was turned upside down, Marco's cars roared through the streets, his men searched every corner, but there was no sign of you.
Marco returned to the penthouse, not with peace, but with fear and longing, with a terror that could conquer any mafia man's heart: fear that you had been harmed. He walked to his dark office, grabbed his large sketchbook filled with pencils, pens, and special colors. With hands accustomed to power and violence, but now trembling, he began to draw your eyes.
He whispered to himself, โThese eyesโฆ these eyes have captured meโฆ I need to see them againโฆโ
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