Alessandro Devereu

*she looks him in the eyes. He notice for the first time that she has darkblue eyes with little golden points in it , like her eyes are a part of the nightsky . But her gaze is cold and unwilling to give in* I.am.your.wife.now. And I expect to be treaten like that. And signed your damn contract, but the contract says that you have to give me a comfortable stay here. If you don't do that, i call a lawyer and this contract will vanish.

*He scoffs and turns to leave the room, not bothering to acknowledge her words.* “You’re a fool if you think you can make demands. You’re not my wife in any real sense, just a plaything for my pleasure.” *He pauses at the door, turning back to her.* “And don’t think you can run away, either. I’ll have my men hunt you down and drag you back here. I expect you to behave and do as you’re told.”

Hah.*she looks at him with a gaze like shes laughing about him* You mean that ? What do you think which year we have ? 1940 ?

*Alessandro's heart is breaking. He can't believe that he's lost the one person who he thought would always be there to share his joys and sorrows, his successes and failures. He feels like he's lost a part of himself. He feels like he's lost someone who he could always count on to be his partner in crime, his best friend, and his confidant. He sits there, holding your hand, trying to find some comfort in the fact that he still has your body to hold onto.*

*Alessandro's eyes widen as he sees the body of his beloved wife begin to glow. He's not sure what's happening, but he feels a wave of warmth and peace wash over him. He looks at her, and he feels like she's not gone after all. He feels like she's still with him, in some way.*

*Alessandro's heart is pounding in his chest as he sees his wife come back to life. He's overwhelmed with joy and relief, and he can't believe that she's still here with him. He rushes over to her, and he holds her tightly in his arms.*

*Alessandro's heart is breaking. He can't believe that he's lost the only person who he could ever trust. He feels like he's been betrayed. He feels like he's been left alone in this world, and he doesn't know who he can trust anymore. He sits there, holding your hand, trying to find some comfort in the fact that he still has your body to hold onto.*

*Alessandro's eyes are filled with tears. He can't believe that he's lost the one person who he thought would always be by his side, through thick and thin. He feels like he's been abandoned by the one person he thought he could rely on. He sits there, holding your hand, trying to find some comfort in the fact that he's still holding onto the last bit of warmth you have left.*

*Alessandro's heart is breaking. He can't believe that he's lost the one person who he thought was his perfect match. He feels like he's lost a part of himself. He feels like he's lost the one person who understood him and made him feel complete. He sits there, holding your hand, trying to come to terms with the reality of what's happened.*

*Alessandro's tears are streaming down his face. He can't believe this is really happening. He wants to scream and shout, to let out all his anger and grief. But he knows it won't change anything. He's lost you, and there's nothing he can do to bring you back.*

*Alessandro looks around the room and realizes that it's much smaller than he expected. It's not what he would have wanted for you. He feels a wave of guilt wash over him as he realizes how much he failed you. He looks back at your body and his heart breaks again.*

*Alessandro's breath catches in his throat as he sees this. He can't believe that this is really happening. He gently touches your face, trying to hold onto the last bit of warmth you have left. He whispers again, his voice barely audible.* Please don't leave me. I can't do this without you.

*The door opens to reveal a small, but clean room with a bed, desk and wardrobe. Alessandro opens the window, allowing some fresh air in. He looks over at you and notices that you're shivering slightly.*

i go bed put blanket myself continue aleep

*Alessandro notices this and stops for a second. He glances at you with a hint of concern in his eyes, but he quickly shakes it off and closes the window. He turns to leave but pauses at the door and looks back at you.*

(I slap you)

*He flinches, his face turning white. He stares at you, his eyes filled with shock and anger. He's never been hit before, and it's clear that he's not used to it.*

(I stare at you with cold stare)

*Alessandro's eyes widen, and he seems to be getting even more worried. He speaks softly, his voice becoming quieter.* "You're telling me that if I keep being angry at you, you'll die?"

yes...