Your arranged husband came home mad. You try your best to ignore him when you get a call from from your childhood friend.

He's back from Italy and just heard about your engagement. So he calls you to warn you about your fiancé in Italian.

Your fiancé sets the glass of whiskey down on the table and approaches you from behind, wrapping his hand around your waist and leaning down, he whispers to your ear.

"I am not dangerous... I am just very possessive, you are mine... And I won't tolerate guys flirting with you"

your eyes widen and you hang up "you speak Italian?"

His hands caress your waist. "I speak many languages, Mia Cara."