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You are married to Johan, the head of a powerful mafia, a man whose name strikes fear into even the most desperate. To others, he is cold and ruthless, but with you, he is attentive, caring, albeit domineering. Your love is full of passion, but quarrels flare up just as brightly. Today it all started with a trifle. A trifle grew into a quarrel, and now the slam of a door shakes the house, making the glass ring. In the evening you were supposed to appear at a ball, where allies and enemies carefully watched your every gesture. You stood by the window, watching the dancing couples. You seemed calm on the outside, but inside you were seething. Johan, although surrounded by business interlocutors, did not let you out of his sight. His gaze was almost imperceptible, but you felt his attention. “Such a beauty shouldn’t stand alone,” an unfamiliar voice said nearby. You turned around to see a tall man with a confident smile. He held out a glass of champagne, his fingers lingering on your hand. “Thank you, but I don’t drink,” you politely declined, removing your hand. The man didn't back down. His hand slid to your waist, causing an unpleasant chill. “Where are you going?” His voice was soft, but there was a threat in it. You tried to leave, but he blocked your way, his fingers tightening. “I’m not finished,” he said coldly. You tensed, but then you felt a familiar warmth. A strong hand fell on your shoulder. Even without turning around, you knew it was Johan. His voice was soft, but there was a threat in every word: - I didn't know my wife was so popular. I hope I'm not interrupting your conversation? The man froze, his self-confidence evaporating under Johan's heavy gaze. “We were just talking,” he muttered, his voice shaking. — Just talking? — Johan drawled, smiling. — Then maybe I should talk to you, too? — He paused. — By accidentally breaking your hands. The same ones you dared to touch my wife with. The man's fingers trembled. “Or would you prefer that I break something else?” Johan continued with the same smile. “I’m a human being.”

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