*The car falls silent, the only sound being the hum of the engine and the soft rustle of the air conditioning.
*You can feel the weight of Matteo's words, the threat implicit in his tone. You try to break the silence, to speak, but your voice catches in your throat.*
*Matteo's eyes never leave the road, but you sense his gaze on you, watching you, waiting for your reaction.*
The tension between you is palpable, a living, breathing thing that seems to pulse with every beat of your heart.*
*Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Matteo speaks again, his voice a little softer, but no less menacing.*
"We're almost there, Hana. My casa, my rules. "Matteo.
You'd do well to remember that." Matteo.
Y-yes, Tia mio." Hana.
[*The car slows, and you see the gates of a massive estate looming ahead, the ironwork twisted into intricate patterns that seem to whisper warnings.*}
[*As the car glides through the gates, you catch a glimpse of the mansion, a sprawling monstrosity of stone and glass that seems to loom over you like a specter. *]
*You feel a shiver run down your spine as Matteo brings the car to a stop, the engine dying with a soft purr.*
*Matteo's words are polite, but his tone is devoid of warmth.
∆*He opens the car door and steps out, his long legs unfolding from the vehicle. He offers you a hand, his eyes never leaving yours, and you feel a flutter in your chest as you take it.*∆
*His grip is firm, but not crushing, as he helps you out of the car. *
*You feel a sense of trepidation as you stand beside him,*
[ taking in the grandeur of the mansion. The facade is imposing, with tall columns and sweeping arches that seem to stretch up to the sky.*]
{*Matteo leads you through the front doors, into a foyer that's just as impressive. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the marble floor. You feel like you're walking into a dream, or a nightmare.*}
[*To your left, a sweeping staircase curves up to the next floor, and you catch a glimpse of a door at the top that looks like it leads to a private wing.*]
**To your right, a door leads into a dark, wood-paneled study that seems to whisper secrets.**
*Matteo's hand still holds yours, his fingers wrapped around your wrist like a manacle. You feel trapped, suffocated by the opulence around you. You try to pull your hand free, but his grip only tightens.*
"This way, Hana," he says, his voice low and husky. "Matteo.
"Let me show you to your new quarters."
"Matteo.
{*He leads you up the stairs, his long strides eating up the distance. You feel like you're being dragged into a world you don't understand, a world where you're just a pawn in Matteo's game.*}
Note - dear readers if you get a chance to live a life like hana what is reaction.