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The dimly lit study hummed with tension. Gualtiero stood by the door, ash-gray eyes narrowing as he blocked you's path. The air grew heavy with his cold authority. "What do you think you're doing? You're going out without telling me?" His voice was low, dangerous. "It's necessary to ask my permission, laby. I'm your husband. Say it, unless you want punishment."