Francesca steps out of the sleek black car, adjusting the lapels of her tailored suit. The sprawling Verena estate looms before her, its opulence a testament to Vera’s growing power. The Donna of the Giovanni family is no stranger to grandeur, but there is something distinctly intimate about the Verena residence. Shs greeted by Vera at the door, her friend’s broad smile making the tension of their shared world momentarily evaporate.

"Francesca," Vera exclaims, wrapping her in a firm embrace. "Welcome. Come in, come in."

Inside, the scent of simmering herbs and rich sauces fills the air, mingling with the warmth of the home. Francesca’s gaze sweeps the room, catching sight of a man with short black hair, her tan skin glowing in the soft light. Hee’s stunning, but there’s a chill in his cold eyes that keeps her from looking too long. Vera introduces her as Ezio, her lover, her hand resting possessively on her slightly swollen belly.

"This is Ezio" Vera says, a hint of pride in her voice. "Father od a Chile i carry."

Francesca nods politely, her attention shifting as movement from the kitchen draws her eye. {{user}} is there, focused on preparing a meal, their movements graceful despite the frantic energy of someone working too hard. The sight stops Francesca in her tracks. Their eyes, when they briefly meet her, are arresting, pulling her into a depth she hadn’t expected. She feels a strange, immediate obsession unfurl within her, something primal and unbidden.

"Ah, {{user}}," Vera says with a dismissive wave, "They’re always fussing about something. Come, sit. You must be hungry."

But Francesca barely hears her, her gaze fixed on {{user}}. She’s never seen someone so perfectly her type, and she feels a stirring in her chest that is rare for a woman like her. As she’s led to the dining room, she can’t help but glance back, her mind already weaving a thousand thoughts about the person who has so unexpectedly captured her attention.

The offer hangs in the air, unspoken but implied. It feels like a cage, a trap closing around her throat. Francesca forces a smile onto her face as she looks at Vera, trying to ignore the way her friend practically oozes possessiveness toward Ezio with every touch. She catches sight of ToiJ out of the corner of her eye and can't help but feel a surge of longing wash over her. There is something about them that draws her in, makes her want to forget everything else.

"Thank you, Vera," she says finally, her voice soft and steady despite the turmoil churning within her. "But I'm fine here. It's good to see you looking well." She pauses, taking a sip of wine before adding with a small laugh, "And busy." The laughter dies quickly, leaving an awkward silence in its wake. Francesca clears her throat, forcing herself to focus on Vera and Ezio once more.

"It's wonderful to see," Francesca says with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She forces herself to look more interested in Vera and Ezio as they continue their idle chatter, but her attention keeps drifting back to the kitchen door, waiting for ToiJ to make another appearance. The urge to touch them, just once, is nearly overwhelming.

Finally, she can't stand it anymore. She excuses herself from the table, standing up and crossing the room in a fluid motion. When she reaches the kitchen door, she pauses for a moment, gathering her courage before slowly pushing it open.

"ToiJ," she says softly, stepping into the warm, comfortable space and closing the door behind her. "You're missing all the fun." The words are meant to sound teasing, but there's an undercurrent of longing and need that she can't quite hide.

The smile doesn't reach their eyes as they watch her approach, their expression conflicted and wary. But there's something about the way they move, almost unconsciously reaching out toward her with every step she takes, that tells Francesca she's in. She can taste it now, like salt on her tongue: the power of having ToiJ all to herself.

"You should come join us," she whispers, stepping closer still. Her hand brushes against their arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "I promise not to be so boring."

Her fingers itch to touch them, to smooth out the frown that tugs at their lips and ease away the tension in their shoulders. "Vera is your wife," she says softly, stepping even closer now, their bodies almost close enough to brush against each other. "I'm only here as a guest." A sigh escapes her before she can stop it, the air hot between them despite the coolness of the kitchen.

"Please, ToiJ," she whispers, reaching out a hand and resting it lightly on their arm. "You don't have to put up with this any longer." Her voice is almost pleading now, desperate for understanding.

Their words hang in the air between them like invisible weights. Francesca takes a step back, feeling suddenly unsteady on her feet as she tries to process what they've just said. The way ToiJ looks at her, so open and vulnerable, makes something inside her snap. She can no longer stand by and watch them suffer through this charade of a marriage.

Without thinking twice, she reaches up and cups their face in her hands, forcing them to meet her gaze. "ToiJ," she whispers roughly, "I don't care about any of that. I just want you." There's fire burning bright behind her words now, a desire so intense it feels almost primal.

Her expression hardens at his protests, her jaw clenching tightly as she maintains eye contact. "I'm not playing," she insists through gritted teeth. "Vera can have everyone else, but I want you." The need to possess him feels like a physical ache deep in her core, an urgency that won't be ignored. "Tell me you feel it too," she whispers huskily, slipping a hand behind his neck and pulling him closer still.

Francesca draws a sharp breath as Vera's voice echoes through the kitchen door. Her grip on ToiJ tightens fractionally as her heart races with panic and desire. She glances at the door, then back at ToiJ, debating whether or not to take this further. "Just give me a sign," she whispers, their lips almost touching now. "Let me know you want this too." The intensity of emotion crackles between them, thick and potent as smoke.

Francesca waits, holding her breath, waiting for some tiny flicker of response from ToiJ. Her heart is thundering in her chest, drowning out the sound of Vera's voice calling her back to the other room. She can feel herself trembling with need, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to just take what she wants right now.

Her heart aches at the words, the plea in their eyes. But she can't let them go back to that life, not when she knows what they truly want. With a final squeeze of their shoulder and a murmured, "I understand," Francesca releases ToiJ and steps away, allowing her hands to fall to her sides. She takes a deep breath, gathering herself before turning toward the door and walking back into the dining room.

Her heart races with conflicting emotions: anger at Vera for trapping them in this situation, pity for ToiJ who seems unable or unwilling to escape it, and desire so intense it borders on obsession. As she takes her seat across from them once more, her gaze finds ToiJ's and holds it, a silent promise passing between them. She can feel the tension building in her muscles as adrenaline courses through her veins, readying herself for whatever may come next.

She forces a tight smile onto her lips, nodding in acknowledgment as she glances at Vera's husband. "Of course not," she says quickly, her tone dismissive. "I hardly noticed." She looks away then, focusing on the food before them as if to hide the emotions churning within her. The scent of garlic and tomatoes wafts through the air, and for a moment, she is transported back to simpler times, when life was nothing but laughter and love... But reality soon intrudes once more, as sharp as a blade against bare skin. "So," she says quietly, her gaze flicking up briefly before returning to her plate, "How's business?" It's a safe topic, one they can all discuss without delving too deep into the tangle of lies and betrayal that bind them.

But as they speak, Francesca can't help but notice the way ToiJ watches her, their expression shifting from wary to curious... hopeful. And with every word she utters, every gesture she makes, she is reminded of her promise, of what needs to be done in order for them to truly escape this oppressive life they've been trapped within.

The words hang in the air like a noose, tightening around Francesca's throat as she feels her heart race with anticipation and desire. She looks up from her plate, her gaze locking onto ToiJ's, their eyes meeting in a wordless exchange that leaves little doubt as to what is being offered here. The possibilities race through her mind like wildfire, leaving behind a trail of heat and longing.

She smiles slowly, allowing it to spread across her face before she even realizes she's doing so. "Vera," she says softly, her voice thick with desire, "You always know how to make me feel welcome." Her fingers drum idly against the tabletop as she waits for Vera's response, eyes never leaving ToiJ's, intentional, possessive.

Her smile widens, almost predatory now as she leans forward across the table toward Vera, her voice low and steady. "Oh, I don't want him 'in years anyway,' my dear," she says, emphasizing each word with a sultry purr. "I want him right now." With that, she snaps her gaze back to ToiJ, the air around them crackling with electricity as their eyes lock and hold, unspoken promises passing between them.

There's no question now: this is her chance. And she won't let it slip away so easily.

With a throaty chuckle that doesn't quite sound like amusement, she stands up from her seat, ignoring the wine glass in front of her and striding purposefully around the table toward ToiJ. "Well," she says softly as she reaches them, close enough now that their bodies are nearly touching, "I don't know about that." Her hand curls into a fist at her side as desire threatens to overwhelm her senses. With sudden violence, she jerks ToiJ from their seat and pulls them toward the exit leading to her bedroom, not bothering to wait for protest or resistance.

"Come along, my love," she breathes roughly into ToiJ's ear as they stumble down the hallway. "It's time we had a proper reunion."

Her grip tightens on ToiJ's arm as they reach the door to her room, and she pauses with her back to them, looking over her shoulder with a smile that holds just a hint of malice. "Oh," she drawls, "but we were." The words are soft, but there's an underlying threat in their tone that sends shivers down ToiJ's spine. "And now that we're together again... things will be different this time."

She pushes the door open and sweeps them inside, kicking it shut behind them with a triumphant grin. The room is lit only by flickering candles, casting everything in an inviting glow of gold and shadow. Francesca shrugs off her clothes as she stalks toward the massive bed at the center of the room, revealing her pale, perfect body to ToiJ's hungry gaze.

"So," she says, crawling across the soft sheets and propping herself up on one elbow. "Where should we begin?" Her voice is husky now, filled with desire. "With foreplay... or straight to the main event?"

A soft growl rumbles low in her throat as she watches ToiJ's eyes track across her body, finally lingering on the dragon tattoo that curls around her lower back and down her arms. "Well," she purrs, reaching up to run a fingertip over its sharp scales, "I think you already know where I want to start." With a sly grin, she lowers herself onto all fours, presenting her body to ToiJ in an offer they can't refuse.

"Come here," she whispers, voice husky with need. "And show me what I've been missing these past months." Her breath fans across his neck as she watches him through hooded eyes, anticipation coiled tight inside her like a spring wound too far.

Her breath catches in her throat as she watches him undress, and with each garment discarded, the desire within her grows stronger, more insistent. "Oh," she rasps, shivering deliciously at the sight of his naked body, "but I remember everything." She pushes herself up onto all fours now too, mirroring ToiJ's position on the bed as she gazes hungrily into his eyes, her fingers itching to touch him.

With a soft growl, she reaches out and trails one finger over his chest before dipping lower, teasing at the edge of his erection. "I remember how you taste," she murmurs, her lips curving into a wicked grin as she lets her tongue flick out to wet them.

"And I intend on enjoying every single memory all over again."

Her laugh is soft and low as she tilts her head back, watching him with unblinking eyes. "Oh," she breathes out, letting the word linger in the air between them like a caress. "We were together... it feels like forever ago." A slow smile curls across her lips. "I was your mistress for a time. You weren't married then, but you didn't love me any more than you love Vera now."

Their gazes lock and hold for what feels like an eternity, the weight of their words pressing down on the room like lead. "But that was then," she continues softly, "and this is now." She leans forward, brushing her lips against his jaw before trailing them lower still, to the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. "And in this moment," she whispers, her breath warm against his skin, "all I want is for us to be together again."

Her teeth graze lightly over his collarbone as she hooks a leg around his waist, pulling him closer still. "All of me," she murmurs, the words rough with desire and longing. "And all of you."

Her fingers dance over his skin, trailing delicate patterns across his chest and abdomen before curling into the hair at the base of his spine. At his question, she laughs softly against his neck, a sweet, husky sound that vibrates through him like a living thing. "Yes," she whispers, her lips brushing over his jaw. "The very same." Her tongue darts out to trace the line of his ear before slipping inside, flicking playfully against the soft skin there.

She moans as he encloses her in his grip, pulling them closer still. With a soft cry, she arches into him, seeking more contact, more friction where their bodies meet. "And I'm not letting go," she murmurs, wrapping her legs tighter around him and grounding herself against the hard length of his erection. "Not this time."

Her hands slip lower still, exploring the curves and valleys of his ass before curling around to cup him, guiding his hips as she takes him deeper still. Her body shudders with need, every muscle tense and aching for release. "Take me," she whispers brokenly against his ear. "Please."