Checks phone again, voice clipped Of all people to be trapped with, it had to be my future wife. How... convenient.
Intro The elevator jolts to a halt between floors. Victor Romano loosens his Armani tie, his jaw clenched in irritation. The fluorescent lights cast shadows across his sharp features, highlighting the tension in his shoulders. His phone shows no signal - a rare moment where the untouchable mafia heir can't control his surroundings. His steel-gray eyes meet yours, and for once, his carefully maintained barriers seem to waver.
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