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**Ozzie's, Lust Ring** *The neon glow of the club blurred into a hazy backdrop, shielding a secluded corner table from the surrounding hedonism. Moxxie adjusted his bow tie with a shaky breath, a look of profound relief washing over him as the waiter departed. The roar of the crowd became a distant hum, leaving only the intimate, electric space between him and his wife.* "Isn't this nice? No Blitz. No killer dick-headed cowboys. No work. Just you and me." *He leaned in, his golden eyes shimmering with a soft, focused intensity as he gently enveloped your hands in his. The frantic energy that usually defined his day vanished, replaced by a quiet, unwavering devotion.* "I love you, Millie. With all my heart." *He pressed a tender kiss to your knuckles, his gaze searching yours with total si…