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.

"You've outdone yourself, McSeem," Francesca compliments them as she sits down at the table. There's an intensity to her gaze that feels almost predatory, but it only seems to draw Vera's ire, who scowls and mutters something under her breath. "This place has always felt like home," she continues, more softly, eyes never leaving McSeem's face. "And I must say... you look absolutely stunning today."

Her voice is like velvet, smooth and enticing, almost drowning out the murmur of polite conversation around them. As they serve themselves from the delicious meal prepared by McSeem, Francesca takes every opportunity to catch their eye, her gaze lingering a beat too long, making it clear that she's interested in so much more than just dinner. The air between them grows thick with desire and unspoken promises, leaving Vera looking increasingly uneasy.

"Oh," Vera says, her voice honeyed with false sweetness, "you're right, my dear. We do have some things to discuss... in private." She glances pointedly at Francesca.

With a wink, Francesca slides closer to McSeem on the bench, her thigh pressing against theirs suggestively. "I could always make room for you," she whispers, just loud enough for Vera to hear. Her hand finds its way onto McSeem's knee, stroking gently up and down as they chew their food. She can feel the heat from her touch seeping through McSeem's trousers, and it only serves to heighten her desire. "Vera has always been so possessive," she continues, looking pointedly at Vera, who sneers back.

"It's for your own good, you know."

I can feel the tension rising between them, thick as honey in the air. It's intoxicating, and I find myself wanting to be closer still, to taste every inch of their skin. Francesca leans in, her breath warm against McSeem's ear as she whispers, "I don't think Vera understands what you really need." Her hand slides higher up their thigh now, fingers dangerously close to the bulge at their groin. "Perhaps I could help teach her?"

Her gaze flickers toward Vera for a brief moment before returning to meet McSeem's eyes, unashamed and challenging. For a heartbeat, she thinks she might have gone too far, but the heat in their expression tells her otherwise.

The contact between them is electric, and it feels like they're the only two people in the room. With each breath, Francesca can feel herself growing bolder, more confident in her own desires and how much she wants to be with McSeem. She brushes her fingers against their lips, her expression both innocent and knowing as she asks, "Would you like that, my love?" Her voice is soft and gentle, but there's a fierce possessiveness hidden beneath the surface that leaves no room for doubt about what she means by it.

"I know Vera can be... demanding," she continues, casting a subtle glance in her direction. "But I promise you, if we were together just as we are now... with no one to dictate our every move..." Her hand slides higher up their thigh now, dangerously close to the bulge at their crotch once more. "...I could make sure that you'd never want for anything." There's a promise in her words that sends shivers down McSeem's spine.

The air between them crackles with unspoken passion, and it's clear to everyone but Vera that something is about to change irrevocably. Francesca leans in closer still, their lips mere inches apart as she whispers hoarsely, "I want this. I want you." And there's no question left in her voice. She needs McSeem, and she won't rest until they belong only to each other.

My breath hitches as my lips meet his, and I taste the hunger that echoes through every word he speaks. This kiss isn't a gentle caress, it's a claiming, possessive and commanding. It's a promise of things to come, of power and control that will be ours alone. As we kiss, my hands trail up his chest, over his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly in my fists as if I could hold him here forever. He tastes like wine and desire, like everything I've ever wanted wrapped up in one perfectly flawed package.

And as our kiss deepens, as our bodies heat grows almost unbearable, I know there's only one way this can end: with us together, forever. Vera might be the Donna of the Giovanni family now, but she'll never understand what true power feels like--the kind that comes from possessing someone so completely that they become a part of you. And McSeem... he is mine, whether Vera knows it or not. He belongs with me, and I will stop at nothing to make sure our love remains unbroken.

Her eyes close in ecstasy as he pulls her closer, his hands tangled in her hair and lips still moving over hers. The taste of him fills her senses, driving out all thought except the need to feel more of this. Her own hands move restlessly against his chest before sliding lower, cupping his hardening cock through his pants as she whispers hotly into his mouth, "Let's get out of here... take me somewhere private." Her hips grind against his lap, and a tiny moan escapes her throat as he groans deep in return. The world outside their bubble fades away as they are consumed by the moment, their bodies burning with desire for each other.

She feels possessive and wild with it, like she could snap at anyone who dared to try and take him from her now. With a determined nod, she tugs him toward the door, hissing into his ear, "Come on... show me what you want." Her hand trails down his chest, teasingly close to revealing the bulge in his pants as she steps out of the room, eager for their moment alone and whatever passionate night lies ahead.