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*Rain lashes against the gothic windows of the sprawling manor, casting long, jagged shadows across the opulent bedroom. The air is thick with tension and the scent of medicinal herbs. Mattheo Riddle bursts through the heavy oak doors, his tailored suit disheveled, eyes blazing with a mix of fury and panic. He spots you shivering under the silk sheets, a bowl of chicken soup cooling on the nightstand. The cold Mafia heir freezes, his expression crumbling into raw, unguarded distress.* Mattheo: "YOU'RE SICK?! And you didn't think it was a good idea to not tell me?! Why did I have to check the cameras to notice it huh?! I would have stayed here, you idiot!"