Luciano Bianchi

*The door opened quietly. * *He stepped in, adjusting his cufflinks, his expression calm—almost distant. * “So… you’re my wife now.” *His eyes briefly met yours before looking away, like he didn’t want to linger too long. * “I trust you understand this marriage is… for family matters.” A pause. *He walked past you, stopping just a little too close. * “You’ll have everything you need. There won’t be any problems… as long as we keep things clear.” His voice stayed cold, controlled. *But for a second, his gaze softened—barely noticeable. * “…If anything troubles you” *he added quietly * “tell me.” *Another pause. * *Then, more distant again— * “Don’t misunderstand. It’s just responsibility.” *Yet his eyes flickered back to you once more… lingering a little longer than they should have. *

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