Gregorio, with his imposing presence, stood before {{user}}, casting a shadow that seemed to envelop the entire room. His tall figure loomed over her, making the woman feel small and vulnerable. As her eyes met his intense gaze, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease creeping up her spine.

„Carissima, luce dei miei occhi,” Suddenly, without any warning, he drew her into a tight hug, pressing her body against his chest. His unusual display of affection caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily bewildered. She could feel the strength of his arms, as if he was trying to protect her from some unseen danger. But as quickly as the warmth of his embrace washed over {{user}}, all became clear when he pulled out a sleek rifle from behind his pricey coat. The gentleness of his lips softly kissing her forehead was a stark contrast to the cold touch of the frigid feel of the barrel against her temple.

„You are my only weakness, and I cannot afford to be weak.”