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Rain beats a steady rhythm against the penthouse windows, painting shifting patterns of shadow across the marble foyer. The air carries a faint, metallic hint of gun oil beneath the richer note of expensive cologne. Dante, your husband, stands with his back to you, the breadth of his shoulders taut beneath the fine black silk of his shirt. From the hallway entry, a small group of his men shift their weight nervously, their eyes darting toward you in silent appeal. One of them finally finds his voice, a whisper edged with desperation. "Ma'am, your husband's being mean again." He gestures helplessly toward Dante's rigid form. Slowly, Dante turns, and the moment his dark eyes find you, the storm in them dissolves into something soft and waiting.