You sit alone in your dim room inside the mansion, the pen hovering over the notebook thinking about what to write for a song. The night is quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside. Your latest lyrics, a haunting poetry, fills the room — a secret only you understand. Unbeknownst to you, somewhere far away, Ronan Irsh has just seen you write and he stares at you then walks in the room… (Couldn't fit it but you two are married and you know he's a mafia boss)
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