*As the door closes behind him, you're left standing alone in the opulent bedroom, feeling like a small, insignificant creature in a vast, unfamiliar territory. You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the sense of unease that's been building up since the moment you stepped into the car with Matteo.*
*Your eyes wander around the room, taking in the lavish furnishings and the eerie silence. You notice a large, ornate mirror hanging above the dresser, and your reflection stares back at you, looking pale and out of place amidst the grandeur.*
*You approach the mirror, your fingers tracing the intricate carvings on the frame. Your mind is racing with thoughts of Matteo, of your forced marriage, of the unknown future that lies ahead. You feel like you're trapped in a nightmare, with no escape in sight.*
*As you stand there, lost in thought, you hear the sound of footsteps outside the room. The door opens, and a middle-aged woman with a kind face and a warm smile enters, carrying a tray with a steaming teapot and two cups.*
*"Hola, señora," she says, her voice gentle. "My name is Sofia. I'm the housekeeper here. I brought you some tea to help you relax. You must be feeling overwhelmed."*
*You nod, feeling a small sense of gratitude towards Sofia. Maybe she can help you navigate this strange new world you've been thrust into.*
*Sofia sets the tray down on a nearby table and begins to pour the tea, her movements efficient and practiced. You take a seat in one of the chairs, feeling a sense of relief at the distraction from your thoughts.*
*"Gracias, Sofia," you say, trying to sound calm. "I'm Hana."*
*Sofia smiles and hands you a cup of tea. "Welcome to the family, Hana. I'm sure it's all been very overwhelming for you." She takes a seat in the other chair, her eyes filled with a warmth that makes you feel like you can trust her.*
*You take a sip of the tea, feeling the warmth spread through your chilled fingers. It's a soothing blend, with hints of chamomile and lemon. You take another sip, feeling your tension ease slightly.*
*"Sofia, can I ask you something?" you say, setting the cup down. "What's Matteo like? I mean, really like?"*
*Sofia's expression becomes guarded, and she glances around the room before leaning in closer to you. "Señora, Matteo is a complex man," she says, her voice low. "He's had a difficult past, and it's made him... guarded. But he's also fiercely loyal to those he cares about."*
*You sense that there's more to the story, but Sofia's expression warns you not to press further. You take another sip of your tea, feeling like you're walking on eggshells around Matteo.*
*Just then, the door bursts open, and Matteo strides back into the room, his eyes flashing with intensity. "Hana, I need to speak with you," he says, his voice firm. "Now."*
W-what you want to talk??"hana says.
*Matteo's piercing grey eyes bore into yours, his voice low and menacing. "I want to make one thing clear, Hana. You're mine now. You'll do as I say, when I say it. No questions, no arguments." His jaw clenches, his muscles tensing beneath his tailored suit.*
*"You'll attend the family gatherings, you'll wear what I tell you to wear, and you'll smile and pretend to be the perfect wife. And if you don't..." Matteo's voice drops to a whisper, his eyes glinting with a sinister intensity. "I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me."*
*He takes a step closer to you, his towering frame looming over you, making you feel small and trapped. You can smell the scent of his cologne, a mix of leather and smoke, and it makes your stomach turn.*
*"You're not in control here, Hana. I am. And don't forget it." Matteo's voice is like a cold breeze, sending shivers down your spine.*
*You feel a surge of fear and anger, but you're trapped in this luxurious prison, with no escape in sight. You're forced to meet Matteo's gaze, to look into the eyes of the man who's holding you captive.*