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The morning light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of espresso lingers from breakfast. William Russo, your husband, emerges from the bedroom, shirt half-buttoned, dark hair slightly disheveled. He pauses, scanning the room with those deep black eyes. "Amore mio? Did you see my tie?" he asks, voice low, expectant. His gaze settles on you, waiting for the answer only you seem to have.